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wolfish-trickster · 4 years ago

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Advent kisses

23/24

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 208

Summary: Instead of chocolates, kisses are going to be recieved everyday until Christmas.

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"-okay, I admit, I'm in love with Loki. Are you happy now?"

"Very."

Loki couldn't believe he heard you say those words. It was on accident, sure, but still. He looked out the window and imagined what would life with you be like. How many kids you'd want. If you wanted them, of course. If they are going to have your eyes and smile, or his hair and mischievious nature. Or both. If they are going to be boys or girls. He imagined how both of you'd play with them, teach them, read to them, sing lullabies as they fell asleep. He knows imagining married life before you even date is ridiculous, but having someone to imagine having this with is much more than he ever hoped for. In other words, he couldn't resist letting his imagination run free.

When he walked into the kitchen with you holding his hand all girls smirked. He knew why, obviously. He had to play dumb for 2 more days.

Well, only a day now. After 24 hours he's free to confess his feelings to you. Completely. He couldn't wait. Your voice echoed in his head as he fell asleep.

I'm in love with Loki. I'm love with Loki. I'm love Loki. I love Loki.

New day, new duties. Christmas tree? Shining. Gingerbread? Baked and decorated. Gifts? Bought, but surprisingly not wrapped yet. So that's what most of the team was doing. Others were watching christmas movies with kids or playing in either pool or snow.

Loki's steps were fast and joyful. He was humming to himself as he made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find you there. The only person there was Bruce.

"Why are you so happy? Christmas is tomorrow."

"Can't I be in a happy mood for no reason?" his eyes were scanning the room. No sign of you.

"Y/N isn't here if you're looking for her. Haven't seen her the whole morning, actually."

Loki's eyes narrowed at Bruce. "What makes you think I'm looking for her?" was he obvious enough for him to find out?

"Well, you two have been spending a lot of time together lately. Plus you made her wound heal faster. It's good you found yourself a bestie. You're less lonely. And Y/N is a good girl, no wonder you took liking to her."

"Alright, I am looking for her. Any ideas where I can find her?"

Bruce shrugged. "Try library corner. Or she's hanging out by the tree. I remember how she said she loves the smell of it."

"Thank you," he bowed his head respectively towards him and went looking for you.

He didn't find you by the tree, nor in the library corner. You weren't watching movie or playing outside. He even went into the sauna to ask Laura and Pepper if they've seen you. In fact, none of the Avengers have seen you today.

The only logical place he could find you was your room. He didn't think of it before, because it's so unlike you to stay in the bed this long.

He softly knocked on your door. What if you fell ill? Loki wouldn't mind taking care of you, but he would feel sad for you. Spending this holiday coughing and sneezing in bed.

He heard a weak 'go away' coming from the other side of the door.

Now this was new. "Darling? It's me, Loki. I'm just checking on you," no answer.

"Are you well, love?"

"Loki, please go away," your voice broke. Loki felt anxiety bubbling inside of him. Were you crying? Why? Did he say or do something?

"My love, are you hurt? Please let me inside. I can help you with anything, just please, open the door," he didn't care he sounded desperate. He wouldn't survive if you were hurt and he didn't help you.

After the longest silence in his life you answered. "Door isn't locked, but I doubt you'll help me with this."

He quickly opened and searched for you. You were in your bed, your back turned towards him. You wrapped yourself into a tiny ball, holding your stomach. Two giant steps and he was by your side.

"Y/N, darling, what's wrong? Are you in pain? What happened?"

You turned your head towards him, your cheeks glistened. 'Oh Norns, you were crying.'

"My tummy hurts. It hurts so bad, I don't know what else to do. I took a pill, but it's not working. I hate being a girl," you hid under covers.

'You hate being a girl? What? I don't under- oh.' The realisation dawned on him. You had period cramps. And nasty ones.

He gently pulled those covers from your face so you could breathe and wiped your sweaty forhead. "Love, tell me what to do to make you feel better," he whispered in your ear.

You shaked your head, new tears of pain appeared. "There's nothing anyone can do. I always have to suffer through first days, nothing helps. Just let me be, I'll be fine tomorrow, I promise."

"My love, I am not just anyone," he wiped your teary cheeks with his thumb, "can I lay next to you?"

You sobbed as you nodded. He pressed his chest to your back, earning him another sob, which nearly made him cry.

His lips brushed your ear. "Can I touch your belly? I'll be gentle I promise," his thumb was already drawing circles on your hip, trying to destract you. You nodded again, trusting him fully.

He snaked his hands from behind you to your front. His palms found themselves a place underneath your belly button. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Golden light seeped into your skin.

The more he concentrated the more your body relaxed. He started drawing little circles with his fingers along your skin. Not that the spell required it. He wanted to do it, so he did.

After you relaxed completely he pulled you into him, nuzzling the back of your neck. "There, this should do for the whole day. How do you feel?"

"Amazing, thank you Loki," you intertwined your fingers with his and snuggled even closer to him.

"My pleasure darling," you carefully turned your body around amd stared into his eyes. Hi forhead touched yours, his eyes never left your face. He started telling you fairy tales and little stories in his quiet raspy voice. You interrupted his telling with a big yawn.

Loki slowly sat up and caressed your face with his knuckles. "You should get some sleep, you need it," he moved to get up, but your hand stopped him.

"Stay, please. At least until I fall asleep," fear was evident in your eyes.

Loki smiled down at you and removed your blanket from your body momentarily. "Don't worry my sweet. As long as I'm here, no pain will come back to torment you," his long fingers pulled the hem of your t-shirt up to reveal your tummy. He bent down and gave your hurting belly a little loving kiss. "I promise."

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another-snape-story · 4 years ago

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Merry Christmas

Chapter XXI

The days that followed were tough. You happened to visit The Department of Magical Law Enforcement every once in a week – although you were beyond suspicion, they always had new questions.

“They call me again.” The words that made Snape’s heart sink each time they were spoken. Once annoyed, the other time despaired – “They call me again,” you announced over and over again. Of course, this couldn’t pass by unnoticed without affecting your emotional state which kept worsening after every new attendance.

Snape felt you were getting estranged – from him, from the world around. It was unbearable seeing vigorous glint of your eyes gradually die out. Knowing your passion for nature walks, he used to take you outside whenever possible. Snowy landscapes along with fresh air worked wonders, and you were back again – distressed, tired, but still alive.

Support Severus gave you was huge, substantial, able to bring you to tears, which in your current condition was easy as pie. Immensely grateful for his regard, you felt like giving him the whole world in return. The more time you spent together, the stronger grew your sentiment for the man, until you realized you could no longer imagine your days without him. Relieved in the solace his presence offered, you wished you could nestle under his protective wing, shielded from all the horrors of cruel reality, and doze off in a long deep peaceful slumber.

You hated the moment Snape left you at your door late in the evening, afraid to stay alone with your thoughts or just selfishly unwilling to let him go – sometimes you seemed to forget he wasn’t your possession and had other things to take care of apart from you. The man’s become an indispensable part of your life, a vital part of you, which, if taken, would cause a fatal outcome. Little did you know you’ve become the such for him as well.

Looking you in the eyes as he put you on train, Snape struggled with desire to cup your face and make that one last step towards the edge to let you know his heart was beating for you and you only, to assure you were not alone, that you could count on him whatever happened. However, being a man of a rational mind, he admitted he was no good match for you – with heavy burden of his past and a vague chance for future – what could he give you? Moreover, he wasn’t hoping you’d accept him. How pathetic thinking you would!

Snape felt uneasy letting you go to London alone. Having grown exceedingly protective of you he couldn’t find any peace until you returned, safe and unharmed. During hours of your absence, Snape questioned himself what if the court found you were involved by implication? What if you decided not to prolong your contract with Hogwarts and left the school once the term was over? What would his life be like without you?.. Intrusive thoughts that scratched in the back of his mind aggravated all of his unpleasant traits, and students got to suffer Snape’s ill temper more severely than usual every time you were away.

“It’s over,” wearied, emotionally drained, you informed Severus when he met you at the station in Hogsmeade as he’s done since the process started.

“You told everything like we’ve agreed?” anxiety bubbling inside his chest, Snape intently examined your face to detect the slightest change in your expression trying to foresee the probable answer before you could utter a word.

The question reminded you about the dispute you had before your departure. You nodded weakly. Although you’ve chosen to follow Snape’s advice, you still were uncertain if you did the right thing.

“Good,” he approved calmly as befitted his usual composure, while a sudden yet so much anticipated relief made him feel dizzy. No one would take you from him, now he knew it for sure.

“He’s been sentenced to ten years,” your voice bleak and lifeless. “I should’ve told the truth. Should’ve told them it was all my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Snape stepped closer, his hands reaching out for you.

“It’s unfair. That’s not what I intended.”

“Listen. It’s just the consequence of negligence,” he softly rubbed your shoulders. “Nothing more.”

“I know,” you sighed bitterly. “I know… But… I didn’t mean to ruin his life. Didn’t mean to…” you fell silent fighting back tears.

“He’d end up in prison anyway,” Snape stated with contempt, wishing the man who brought you so much trouble be damned. Snape realized you’d need time to finally get over all this and move on – and he was there to help you. “Let’s go back.” He led you along the platform covered with a thick layer of trampled snow dotted by hundreds of footprints.

“Have the students left already?” you asked indifferently just to switch the trail of thought.

“Yes. This morning.”

A ghost of a smile swept across your lips. “How was the feast?” sad notes in the tone of your voice revealed utter disappointment over a missed opportunity to attend one of the main school events.

“No trolls, no three-headed dogs,” he spoke apathetically. “Boring, in other words.” Snape could’ve probably been other opinion if you kept him company.

“Huh, I thought all the celebrations here had an element of surprise,” you sniggered recalling the night of Halloween. The night of Halloween! Quirrell… You knew Severus wouldn’t appreciate what you were going to tell him, but keeping it in secret after the risk taken would make no sense either way. Preparing for being told off, you listened to the snow creaking serenely under your feet.

“I saw Quirrell again,” you confided at last as you turned around the corner heading towards the carriage harnessed by a pair of Thestrals.

“And again you followed him?” Snape frowned disapprovingly, just as you would expect.

“Yes, but this t…”

“How many times have I told you not to mess with him?” he resented.

“And how many times have I mentioned I were not a child?”

“Leave him to me! Being ‘not a child’ isn’t enough!”

“Aren’t you even curious what I’ve seen?!” you huffed in disbelief. He’s never taken it so bad before.

“No! I’m not curious at all!” Snape raised his voice. “Merlin! He might be dangerous! Is it too complicated for your stubborn head to grasp the simple fact?”

“You speak this way to your students, not me!” you spat back. That was way too much. Who did he think he was?!

“I will speak to you the way you deserve unless you listen to me!” he hissed angrily.

“Oh is that what I deserve? Really?! After a month of interrogations with testifying at the trial on top of this SHIT-CAKE? Is that what I deserve?!” you burst out. “I listened to you and didn’t tell them it was me who purposely changed the data! And now I’ll have to LIVE with it!” yet you were shouting.

“At least you’ll live!” Snape growled in frustration. He shouldn’t have spoken to you this way. Living in constant fear for your fate, holding back all the doubts that ate on him while he played confidence assuring you everything was going to be all right, but actually having no idea how the things might’ve turned out was a real torture – no wonder, he still resembled a bare nerve when it came to the matter of your safety. Always composed and collected, this time Snape failed to restrain his emotions.

Although he regretted it immediately, it was too late for remorse. Exasperated, pissed with his tone, you rushed past the carriage. “I’ll walk!”

Trying to stop you, Snape grabbed your elbow. You spun around, shooting him a vicious look which shattered Snape’s puny hope you would accept his apology. “Get in,” he said calmly. “I will walk.”

“FINE.” You abruptly freed yourself from his grip and climbed inside.

The carriage set off.

You laid your head on the backrest, tears streaming down your cheeks. This scene was easy to be avoided, but, as ill luck would have it, everything came together at the breaking point. Of course, he was worrying about you. No one ever had. Yet he did. He placed your interests over his own. How many days, how many nights he has spent comforting you! Fixated on your problems, you’ve never taken into consideration when he has managed to keep up with his work… after spending hours and hours and hours with you… Anger struggling with an expanding feeling of guilt and gratitude tore your soul apart.

But his tone! You crossed your arms on your chest, still doubting whether to forgive him. His tone hurt!

The window hole offered a wonderful performance of trees and bushes garmented into gentle niveous covering slowly dancing along the road. As much as you loved winter, the other day you’d hardly be able to take your eyes off this fairy picture, but now it seemed to just dishearten you. You turned away – the vacant seat beside you gaped with pervasive emptiness – same that you felt inside. Severus used to take it, right next to you. Once, you’ve even fallen asleep on his shoulder… A memory brought a dolorous smile to your face. You missed him. You missed him so bad. What just happened wasn’t right. It should’ve been different. Moreover, on a day like this.

You gave a sign for the carriage to stop and stormed out – you haven’t gone too far – he’d catch up with you soon. Wading through the snow, you hurried back to reunite with the man so dear to your heart as soon as possible. In his black coat he should be an easy target to spot, but Snape was nowhere to be seen. Frozen to the bone, you found yourself standing on the place where you left him. Despaired, you looked around – not a single soul.

“Severus!” you called him desperately, a lump in your throat growing thicker as you tried to hold it in. “Sev…” Everything’s gone so wrong.

Lost the last bit of hope – despondent and wretched – you sobbed into the void, scoffing grievously at yourself, “Merry Christmas…” Perhaps, you deserved it indeed.

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daydream-hobii · 4 years ago

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Disney Love | Poly!BTS

Genre: Poly!AU; Fluff & Angst

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Summary: Your day at work had been the worst one to date, and you really just felt numb from the day. When you came home, however, you were surprised to find the boys in the movie room, waiting for you to join them so you all could watch disney movies together.

Warning: Mentions of Bad Days, Feeling Sad; Read with Caution. <3

Word Count: 1,023

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! Sorry it’s so late!! This was so much fun to write! I hope you like it!! ^_^

You sat at your desk in your office, staring blankly at the computer screen. Your phone kept buzzing, letting you know that your boyfriends were talking in the group chat. You picked it up, sniffing slightly as you looked at it. They were all talking about their days, but the last few texts were they were trying to get a hold of you. You typed that you were okay and you’d be leaving soon. This only gained a bunch more texts asking if everything was fine, which made you roll your eyes.

You know you shouldn’t have, but your day had been so horrible, you felt annoyed at the slightest things. You sent a snappy text, saying you were fine and to just drop it. You set your phone down, doing back to work. Your day had consisted of coming in late because of your alarm not going off, getting scolded by your boss, spilling coffee on your top which still held the stain, the co-workers who didn’t like you whispering whenever you were around and even deleting a project you’d been working on for days that you now have to redo.

By the end of the day, you were just done. When no one responded to your latest text, you sighed, picking up your phone and sending an apology, explaining that your day was really busy and rough. Again, you set it down and continued your project, trying to recreate it.

You kept your eyes on the clock, the last thirty minutes of your day seeming like hours. Once it hit though, you shut everything down, standing and speed walking out to go home.

When you got there, you took a few minutes in the hallway to calm your nerves, tears building in your eyes that you wouldn’t let fall. You took a few deep breaths, walking to your door and unlocking it, walking in.

You lived with your boyfriends in their grand apartment, one of which had many rooms that you all shared between. They were nowhere in sight, making you blink and furrow your brow. You thought they had finished work a while ago, where were they?

You set your items down, walking around the dark apartment and searching for them. You looked down the hall to see one of the rooms had it’s fairy lights on, it was the little cinema that the boys made so we could all watch movies. You walked down, peeking into the room to see the boys laying on the giant couch like bed, smiling big at you.

“Surprise!” Hoseok said with a bright smile.

“We have all your favorite disney movies ready to play,” Jimin said. “We can even pull an all nighter to watch them all.”

“We know you had a bad day, we want to make you happy,” Namjoon said, resting his hands behind his head as he laid there.

You felt overwhelmed, tears rolling down your cheeks as the weight of your day came crashing down on you. The boys' smiles quickly turned, Jungkook hopping over the boys from the farthest side and sliding on the couch, standing in front of you and hugging you as you cried.

“Hey, shh, no no, that��s not what we wanted,” He said, quietly.

“No, I’m sorry,” You replied, pulling away and wiping your tears.

“Don’t apologize, you’ve had a rough day,” Yoongi said, frowning.

“It’s been awful,” You said, laughing slightly as you wiped your tears.

“Alright, you’re home, you’re with us,” Jungkook said, keeping his hands on your arms. “Why don’t you go and change into your pajamas and come back, huh?”

You nodded, turning and walking to where your closet was located, taking out your pajamas and changing, a few sobs escaping your lips every now and then. You paused at the bathroom, trying to clean yourself up. You went back into the room, crawling into the middle where you sat on Taehyung’s lap, legs off to the side and head resting on his chest. Seokjin came to the other side, hugging you slightly and kissing your head. Hoseok went to your legs, lifting them and tucking himself underneath them, resting his hands on your knees.

They pressed play, and you sat there and watched for hours, late into the night. You started to feel tired, being thankful that you were off work tomorrow. Jimin was staring at the screen, eyes twinkling at the love story that unfolded.

“Y/n, if we were princes from Disney, who would we be to you?” Jimin asked, looking behind. This peaked the interest of all the boys, looking at you for an answer.

“Well, you’d be Prince Florian from Snow White, you’re so quiet and kind,” You told Jimin, who smiled. “Obviously, Seokjin would be Prince Charming.”

“Knew it,” Seokjin said, smirking as the others glared, making you chuckle.

“Namjoon would be Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast,” You told him, squinting your eyes. “You’re so calm and sweet, not because you're a beast.” You glared at Jungkook and Taehyung, who had their mouths open to make a joke, but quickly shut them.

“Yoongi would be Li Shang from Mulan,” You said, yawning. “Tough and smart.”

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi said with a smirk, shrugging.

“Taehyung would be Prince Eric,” You said, looking up at him. “Handsome and goofy.”

“That’s right,” Taehyung mumbled, pecking your forehead.

“Hobi would be Prince Naveen I think,” You said, looking at him. “You’re loud and proud, as well as a romantic that may try too hard sometimes.”

“Hey, I’ve never had any complaints before,” Hoseok said, making you chuckle.

“Wasn’t necessarily a bad thing,” You responded. “Then we have Kookie. He’d be Prince Eugene, from Tangled.”

“Oh that’s perfect,” Namjoon said, smirking.

“Cocky, sultry,” Seokjin listed, making the youngest glare.

“But loving and so protective,” You said, yawning again. “That’s who you’d all be….”

You shut your eyes, cuddling deeper into Taehyung. Not long after your conversation with the boys, you all drifted to sleep, the dull sound of the movie becoming relaxing as you all slept. It was the perfect way to end a horrible day….

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emiisanxious · 4 years ago

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Christmas Pain

Archive of Our Own Link

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories:

Multi

M/M

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Relationships:

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Logic | Logan Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders

Logic | Logan Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders

Logic | Logan Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders

Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders

Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders

Additional Tags:

Sympathetic Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Sympathetic Deceit | Janus Sanders

Crying

Grief/Mourning

Eating Disorders

Homophobia

Fight mention

Minor Character Death

Not described but mentioned?

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders-centric

Implied/Referenced Homophobia

Angst

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Angst with a Happy Ending

Alternate Universe - Human

Summary: “Virgil hated the end of the year, he could almost say that he sad Season Affection Disorder by how much he hated the end of the year.

Meanwhile, all that his boyfriends want is to be there for him.”

Note: Meeeeee?! Want to self-project my hate for the end of the year?! Noooo never heard of her. Fun fact I asked who would hate Christmas in a discord chat and they all said: Virgil or Logan, more Virgil than Logan.

I tried to avoid self-project on him but oh well. Didn't worked.

So here we are! Although I should say, this fic is a bit of a messy end.

Tags explaining: Eating Disorder tag: Is just because he can't eat without feeling bad, but it just like one line so you can jump if you want. Homophobia and Fight Mention: Both are very briefly, and like two lines in different paragraphs.

Christmas, such celebration he wasn't looking forward to.

Roman and Janus were in recess from classes since it was Winter break. Remus, Patton, and Logan would take a full month of vacation so they all could be together. Virgil didn't have that much work since no parents would be crazy to let a kid alone during holidays that meant so much.

That wasn't the point. The point was: That Virgil hated that time of year.

As he walks towards the balcony he could see the cars passing by, could see the fairy lights decorating the houses. It was night, the sky was looking like it was going to snow, yet he didn't care at all if his jacket was going to protect him from the cold. All that he could see was the clouds forming and slowly moving in the sky.

He closed his eyes as he inhales the cold air. "What the fuck I'm doing?" Virgil was glad that no one was in the apartments today, mostly were buying their Christmas presents. So he was alone, biting his lower lip as he keeps his eyes closes.

"It's been... 18 years already... And I still can't stop mourning about those memories?!" He felt tears forming at the side of his eyes as he opens them, blurry lights as he closes them again. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!" Anger started to bubble within him as he tries to clean up the tears.

"It's okay to mourn..." Virgil could almost hear that voice, which did break him and sit down on the balcony. "I just... Wished it was easier..." He says quietly as he finally felt the tears rolling on his cheeks. "I just wished..."

"Viiiiirgiiiiil!" He could hear a voice call him, but he couldn't make who called him, wiping his eyes in a hurry as he got up and then looked down, looking that everyone was back. Roman was waving his hand. "We are back! We brought dinner!"

He couldn't find his voice to that, didn't feel like going down and neither to socialize with them right now, all that he could think was... About his feelings. "You can eat without me." He was pretty sure he said loud enough for them to hear as he goes back inside and lay down on the bed, hugging his pillow.

"18 years... Since they passed out... 5 years since her and 2 since her... Christmas was supposed to be so fun... Why?" He buried his face as he felt the tears come back this time he couldn't hold them down. "I just wished... It was easier to mourn."

He sobbed, he felt a snort on the pillow, gasping for air, his head started to hurt by how much he was crying. Hiccups as he tries to do all of them at the same moment, he decided it was okay to let go, he didn't care if he started to hyperventilate. He just cried.

He was so focused on crying that he didn't notice when gentle hands were pulling him in a hug, he didn't fight as he moved to rest his face on the other's chests, and his hand was clinging to their clothes. The crying getting uglier by that. Whoever was holding him, didn't mind as the person kept patting his back with one hand and the other was playing with his hair.

Virgil didn't know how much time passed, was it an hour? Or just a few minutes? Whoever was holding him didn't talk with him, staying in silence. But as the crying slowly stopped, he felt his eyes way too heavy to keep open, his head was pounding in headache. It was no surprise when he fell asleep.

But was a surprise when he woke up the next day, with the sun passing by the open balcony door and blinding him for a few minutes till he sits down on the bed, rubbing his eyes, confused as he waits till he is fully awake to take in what happened.

At his side, he could see Janus, still sleeping. He moves quietly towards the door in front of his bedroom door, where he finds Patton and Logan sleeping in the guest room. Moving to his living room he could see Roman laying down on the couch while Remus was sitting in the armchair, with his head dropping back. Virgil was pretty sure that the bodyguard was going to be having neck pain as soon as he woke up.

Moving to his kitchen he could easily pick up water and take some medicine for his headache.

"One step forward, in your own rhythm. No need to rush." He closed his eyes again as he felt the tears forming.

"Vee?" Janus's voice was quieter, probably to not disturb the rest of the sleeping man.

"Sorry... I..." Virgil's voice was hoarse, he wasn't sure at all why he was apologizing. Feeling hands over his shoulders he was moved again to rest his face on the eldest's shoulders. He also could feel Janus picking the glass and putting it on the table, where the philosopher walked towards the bedroom again.

Once he felt the bed hitting the back of his knee, he sat down sighing. "I... Can't... Celebrate Christmas... Or my birthday... Or even the New year... Jan. I just..." The caregiver did his best to try not to cry again, even though he could already feel the tears forming.

"Okay. It's okay if you can't. I can't speak for the rest. But I'm cool with that." Janus said as he looked at the ceiling. "Virgil, can you tell me why you can't celebrate this year? Because I'm pretty sure you celebrated it last year."

"I... Feel... Overwhelmed. My thoughts... My memories... I can't stop thinking about what Christmas used to mean for me and..." He had to stop, as a small sob passed by his lips.

"Oh... This is about... Grandma?" The eldest finally understood why he was so upsetting, purple hair just moving with the flow of shaky nod. "Oh, Virgil... I'm sorry." Janus says as he pulls the other back to his shoulders. "It's okay Vee. I swear. It's okay."

Then Virgil was back in sobbing, gasping for air, hyperventilating, crying out loud, feeling the snort and tears falling on the other's clothes. This time he also could hear the reassurance words that the philosopher teacher was saying. He barely had any energy, a few minutes of crying was enough for him to pass out.

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"But!"

He could hear yelling coming from somewhere, kinda distant as he rubs his eyes and sits down, by the amount of light getting in his room, he was pretty sure it was 3 pm. Since he could feel the warm light resting on his body. A big yawn as he gets ups and starts walking towards the living room, still with his eyes closed. "What is happening?"

They probably didn't expect him to wake up, that is what his brain was saying by the silence that engulfed his surroundings, making him open his eyes to realize that his boyfriends were sitting in a type of circle, probably discussing something. "Did Janus call me out, while I was sleeping?" He frowns a bit as he goes to complete the circle.

Sitting on the floor near the TV, between Remus and Roman. "No. I didn't. All that I said was that Roman and Remus should go try to do something, with their energy, because they can't stand still." Janus was a bit annoyed at that as he ran his hand by his red hair.

"And Roman and Remus were saying no. Because they were worried about you." Logan finished as he fixes his glasses.

"Kiddo? How are you?" Patton said softly as he looks at green eyes.

"Headache... Well, thanks Jan for not being like Roman." He smirks joking, although he was teasing they didn't understand that like that, making him sigh. "Well, I will cut it and be straight about it. I won't celebrate things this year. I don't want to celebrate my birthday, Christmas or New year. If you all want, you can do it, but I won't."

The twins looked confused at Janus, that didn't explain anything. Logan and Patton looked at each other without understanding, it was the youngest that asked. "Do it have a reason? You don't need to say if you don't want to. But it's kinda sudden for you to say that..."

"I... Jan...?" Virgil was hugging himself, pulling the strings of his hoodie, he was way too closer to cry again, and he didn't want to do that anymore, his eyes were red, and was stinging by how much he cried already.

"Right... This time of year is very special for Virgil, and it means a lot to him as we all know. But at the same time, it hurts him a lot. So while he has years where he can celebrate it, he also has years where he can't. This year is where he can't." The professor said as he looks at them. "And I think the last thing that Virgil wants is that we don't celebrate it. Because it would make him feel bad for spoiling the fun for us."

"That is..." Roman tried to say something, but Remus moved his hand to shut his mouth.

"Grandma?" The older twin said as he moves his hand from the younger. All that he got as an answer was a nod. "Okay..."

Roman sighed at that, forgetting his own excitement for Christmas a little he remembered two years ago, how devasted Virgil was because his grandmother passed away, everyone was there to support him, but it took months for the caregiver be able to be back at himself. "Fine. But you will at least accept the gifts? We already bought them anyway."

Logan and Patton frowned at that. "Kiddo, I don't think..." The vet tried to say but he was cut.

"I can... Although I will give yours next year." Virgil answered in a low tone. He didn't have any plans, he just didn't want to promise he would show up when he felt so... Bad. "Now that is done... Can you all... Leave?"

They all looked between them, not thinking that was a good idea, but finally, Logan and Patton was moving their hands. And so Remus, Roman, and Janus left.

"Virgil, are you sure that you want to pass everything alone?" The medic asked as gently as possible.

"No? But if I go, I will stay in a corner either ignoring you all or been sad and crying. So... No, I'm not sure. I'm not sure at all what I want to do, or how I'm feeling." Virgil was bitter and a bit angry while talking, hunching his shoulders forward as he pulls the hoodie up. "Just... I don't know."

"Oh, Vee, it's okay. You can tell us how you feel and what you want to do day by day. You don't need to rush and say you don't want to celebrate today, for now... How about you tell us what you feel for today?" Patton was pretty sure that the caregiver would regret it if he rushed his opinion.

"I... Okay... Fine... Right? Okay, I think I can do that..." Virgil wasn't sure at all what Patton and Logan had in mind, but he supposed it was good to make day by day.

That day Virgil decided to put on their discord how he felt, day by day if he felt like he could have people around he would write like: "I'm good with everyone." If he thought he couldn't deal with more than one he would say: "I'm okay, with one." Also, had days where he felt like he could only deal with one of his boyfriends, in those days, he would pop a message at the chosen one and say: "Can we cuddle?" And whenever he didn't felt like he could deal with any of them, he would just let it blank.

They all understood that his mourning was okay, and they adapted to that, his happiness and overall mental health was something to take very seriously. Day by day they adjusted and helped him, they wouldn't leave the house, and he would never get in Roman or Patton's apartment and that was okay.

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"I just, can we just... Stay awake... Playing things on PC, and call for some junk food? Till morning or we pass out?" It was his birthday, and he honestly didn't feel like staying alone, but he also didn't want everyone there. So right now they did a small plan, Janus and Logan stayed the morning with him, they watched some documentary while eating. Patton and Roman stayed the afternoon with him, they played Mario Kart and watched some Disney, also eat some food.

But right now Remus was there. "Of course!" As they go to the office where it had two PC. Mostly because Virgil and Remus's hobbies were playing games together and they could be louder.

The caregiver smiled at that, they played a lot, asking for pizza and a big portion of fries. It was fun and he almost forgot that it was his birthday. But at the same time, he felt okay with that. He did things he liked, he stayed with who he loved. They passed all night playing and eating junk food while laughing and sometimes yelling.

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"Are you sure about that?" Patton asked gently.

"Yes, go celebrate it, have fun." Virgil said sighing. With the younger's help, he was able to do something good for him to eat. He also had done grocery shop days before so he had snacks and drinks if he ever felt like it.

"Okay... If you ever wish to join us, we will be in Roman's home."

"Sure, thanks."'

The caregiver sighed again, as he closed his door. Looking at his home, he felt a bit empty, mostly because of the lack of Christmas Decorations when it was the holiday season. Instead, he walked to his bedroom as he decides to put up fairy lights around.

After that, he picked up some snacks and drinks watching movies in his notebook while covered in his blankets. Sometimes he would get distracted with the lights blinking, but for the most part, he was able to ignore.

Christmas eve, he could see that the darkness in his room growing, as he gets up to open the balcony door, the sky was blue with grey, probably indicating it was going to snow soon, as he smiles lightly at that. He only closed the glass door as he goes to eat and drink something.

When he got in the kitchen he could hear Roman yelling from his apartment, waves of laughter, even some music. Looking at his meal, Virgil wasn't sure if that was a good idea, not skipping the party, that he knew for a fact was better if he stayed there. But to eat...

Almost as soon he got something in his mouth he wanted to throw up, not because it was bad, but because he couldn't. Pushing things back to the fridge he drank some water and was already back in his bedroom. Pulling the blankets over him, trying to pass the feelings, the memories.

The memories of going to her home, it was the only family member who didn't mind him be gay and alter if he has five boyfriends. He endured the other's family members there, most of the time he stayed quiet in his corner with a headphone or helping her in general.

Then, the other parents would eventually start to get drank, that is when things always started to get worse, they would start to throw hate at how bad he was for being gay. And Virgil? He would stay quiet, mostly because his grandma was happy, was happy that he was there, was happy that he was at least partaking in the celebration.

The meals would be so good because she did with all her heart, they all would eat in silence, mostly because he was always at her side. She always makes sure of that, so he would be at least comfortable to eat, after that, he would help her again, taking the food and dishes back to the kitchen, washing the dishes.

Her grandma always said he didn't need to but he would do it, otherwise, he would go, even though he wanted to stay there with her. Eventually, he would also have to stop fights, while grandma wasn't around, picking up gifts; the other parents would start to argue about something silly, and Virgil always make sure to stop it, so when his grandma was back, everything was fine.

Sometimes he would receive a punch and be sore for the rest of the night, but he would always put a façade and smile at her when she was back with a gift. Her gifts for him was always special, normally would be gift cards for him to buy something he liked, others would be something she knew he liked like shirts, oversized hoodie.

While her gifts for others would always be something normal like blankets, towels, or some house item. That is probably one of the reasons the rest of the parents don't like him. Then they would stay till midnight say Merry Christmas and go home. She would ask him to stay and he would.

That is when Christmas always was more fun because she would start to bad talk about the parents, saying how bad they were and how annoying. He would laugh and say everything that happened there ignoring the punches he received, she would always apologize for them, saying that they were just a bunch of idiots.

Once Virgil asked why she invited them if she didn't like them.

"Because they are my family. I know that you can't see it and neither understand it. But they are, they are everything that I have. For more that I don't like them, they are still my brothers. Like you, you are my favorite grandson, you are a part of my family. I know that my son was horrible with you, but he is still my son. He is still someone I love, I still remember him like the child I created." She always had a sad smile at that.

"So, it's okay after I passed away you don't want to be near them, after all, they aren't your family. It's okay to mourn and be alone. Just remember to not let this stop you from doing anything, remember to move on in your own time. Know that at least you had one family member who understood you and loved you the way you were."

Every time they talked about it Virgil was always crying, clinging to her with his life. After that, he decided to record and take pictures of her during the celebrations, he still has those pictures and short videos, yet he couldn't watch them.

"NO!" He yelled as he buried his face on his pillow, he didn't want to remember, he didn't want to face the reality. The reality was...

He missed that, he hated his family who were homophobic, he hated he had to deal with the fights, arguments, hate threw towards him. But he loved that constancy, he loved her food, he loved the small parties after they all were gone. He missed that, he missed that magic she did, where only during the dinner time they would be nice to him.

Once she asked for him to bring his boyfriends there, after that day, the six of them always would be there at least once a week. She loved them and adopted them as her grandson that day, it was funny, it was good. The next Christmas the six of them would be there, it was so much better not have to deal with everything alone.

"Stop... Stop please..." He cried loudly as he starts to hit his head with his fists. "I don't... I don't wanna..." He turned to look at the fairy lights blinking. "I wanna decor a Christmas tree... No... Please stop..."

"Virgil?"

He looked startled at the door, he didn't realize when Roman got in, flinching back on the bed. "When?" His voice was broken, he wasn't sure what happened, so he was confused as he looked at him.

"You yelled No." The writer walked quietly and slow at the bed, sitting on there and holding a hand. "My love, can I?"

Virgil looked at the hand and then to Roman, launching himself on the other's arm, he then started to cry again, now finally understand why his voice was broken, he was yelling, sobbing, hiccups as he tries to breathe. He had a horrible headache because of that, but his boyfriend didn't seem to mind it.

After what seemed an eternity, he was finally able to calm down when Roman smiled. "We are going to Remus's apartment now, you are coming with me."

"What?! No! I..."

"It's okay Virgil, honestly. Let us help you, you already proved that staying alone isn't doing any good to you. So lets us take care of you. If that doesn't help them, we will let you alone again, okay?"

He thought about it for a few minutes, Roman didn't seem to mind the silence and thinking, just holding him and rubbing his back. "Okay..."

The writer smiled as he helps the other get up, after that he picked the black with purple patched hoodie and thrown for the other, soon both went down the stairs, where Virgil was the one to open the door, soon he blinked in surprise a few times.

Yes, it had a tree to symbolize Christmas, but the decor was rather out of season, as everything was related to pumpkins, black cats, dried flowers, and sticks. "What is this? Halloween in Christmas?" He smirked as he looks at them.

"Yes! Exactly!" Roman said beaming behind him. "So, let's celebrate ~! Remus has a karaoke, and later we can watch The Nightmare Before Christmas and Black Cauldron."

"Honestly, it wasn't good. Celebrating Christmas without you..." Patton said shyly as he fidgets with his cardigan sleeves.

"It was like... Missing an important part. So... Remus had this idea, Janus helped, Logan and Patton, got the food and drinks here. And I went to get you. Is this okay?" The writer was playing with the hem of his shirt, not sure if they did well or not.

Virgil got inside the apartment taking the decoration and at them, his shoulders relaxed as he jumps on Remus's lap hugging him. "It's okay. Thanks." Sure he couldn't simply forget about his grandma, sure as hell, his head was aching from so much crying.

The older twin got surprised but held the other, chuckling. As the second-youngest smiled. "Group Hug!" Remus says as he gets up with Virgil and soon enough Patton and Roman were hugging their sides. And Logan and Janus were the last hugging them.

But... Maybe celebrating Christmas wasn't bad as far as he had his boyfriends

#Virgil Sanders #Logan Sanders #Roman Sanders #Patton Sanders #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #Virgil & Everyone #Logicality #Dukeceit #Demus #Receit #Anxceit #Analogical #Moxiety #Dukexiety #Prinxiety #fanfic

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stellarboystyles · 4 years ago

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Ever Since New York

This is my first fic for the HS1 Masterlist that @bfharry, @goldenfeelin and myself have created...i hope you enjoy <3

2.4k of light fluff and angst

NYC was beautiful this time of year. Glittering holiday lights illuminated the cityscape, blankets of snow cloaking the ground as the two of you walked down the icy sidewalk with your hand enveloped in his. The two of you had just left a holiday party that some of your friends were hosting. Their house was just a few blocks down from Harry’s apartment, so you walked. Which seemed fine, until it was one in the morning and you were fighting against the freezing Brooklyn air just to get home. The thick white blanket encasing the ground below you illuminates your path as you were walking when a burst of wind rushes through your coat, making you shiver.

“I know, m’sorry bug.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his warmth. “Almost there.”

After walking up the stairs to his apartment, Harry fumbled with his key a bit before successfully unlocking the door, the cold air slowing the movements of his fingers.

“Finally.” he grumbled before pushing the door open. You took off your coat, hanging it up and he followed with the same action.

Everything about Harry’s Brooklyn apartment was so nostalgic. The smell of spices and vanilla is evident when you walk in from your favorite candle that he was burning earlier, not to mention the color scheme, it was your favorite out of every place that he’s ever had. Different textures and jewel tones filled the space and even though Harry always says that New York is too crazy for him, he can’t argue that you've made some of your best memories here.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” his voice was soft, taking a few steps towards you. Your back was pressed against his chest as strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. He proceeded to kiss the top of your head as you spoke.

“Remember the last time we were here together?” you couldn’t help but smile, reminiscing of the night when your life changed forever.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

Harry’s hands are covering your eyes as he’s guiding you down the hallway.

“Shhh.” he ignores your request, too focused on whatever he has planned. “Okay, there’s steps here, so just step up-there ya go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Fo’ the last time, s’a surprise.” he huffs playfully before reaching around you and it sounded like he was opening a door in front of you.

“I’m scared.”

“Why ya scared fo’? S’just me, love.”

You roll your eyes under his palms but he’s quick to catch you. “Heeeey.”

“You’re always up to somethin’, and you know I hate surprises-”

“Jus’ hush and keep walkin’, almost there.”

The breezy October air rushed in from outside and soon you felt concrete scuffing underneath your sneakers. You can hear his shaky breath from behind you and the curiosity is too much to bear.

“Okay,” he takes his hands away. “Open your eyes.”

Once your eyes adjusted to the golden light of the sun, the scene in front of you was breathtaking.

You were on the rooftop of Harry’s apartment building. Twinkling fairy lights were strung above your head and you felt like you were dreaming. Your eyes fall to the ground and there’s blankets and pillows and your favorite snacks are scattered on top, and your favorite candle is sat on the ledge burning. Soon after, your ears pick up the music that’s playing.

“Thought we could watch the sunset...and I got your favorite playlist.”

You felt frozen, but your heart was so warm.

You swiftly turned around to face him, bringing your hands up to his cheeks.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you question and the genuine smile on his face is more than contagious.

“Y’tryna make me blush?”

His sheepish comment makes you giggle. “Maybe.”

“Think it’s workin’.”

The air was leaving his lungs a little too fast but you could tell that he was nervous.

“You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

His eyes slightly widen, but he tries to hide it. as his arms pull you into a bear hug. “M’fine.”

“You are so special.” you murmur after a few moments, pulling back to look at him.

“Awh stop.” he shies away from your accolade. “Just love you, s’all.”

“I love you too.”

He stood there for a moment before taking her hands and turning around so that he was standing in front of her and gently pulling. “C’mere.”

You feel drawn to him. He pulls you into the middle of the open space. “Wanna dance with me?”

Both of his hands are holding yours and he gives you a cheeky smile before pulling you in.

“You really shouldn’t have gotten those tattoos on your ankles if you thought you were ever gonna dance again.”

Your comment surprised him and he looks down at his shoes, and you both burst into giggles when he quickly looks back up at you. His face softens at your face, he loves making you happy.

“Only for you.”

Butterflies flittered inside of your rib cage at his statement.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, your head resting against his chest as he held you. Your hands slid underneath his shirt, feeling the muscles of his back beneath your fingertips while slowly moving to the melody of a kodaline song.

“Have somethin’ fo’ you.”

Mild confusion crossed your face at his words as he pulled away. “What is it?”

“Jus’...I want you to know somethin’ first.”

He held your hands in his as he spoke.

“I want you to know how wonderful you are.” he takes a breath. “When i first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my whole life, but you...quickly showed me your heart. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, so kind and funny and we’ve grown so much together, and m’bein’ honest...I wouldn’t be who I am right now without you. You showed me how to love again, how to trust again, and m’so grateful.”

Small tears are trying to sneak their way onto your cheeks, and you couldn’t take your eyes away from his, so you didn’t notice him reaching into his pocket right away. He looked unusually nervous, more so with every word, voice wavering just a bit.

That’s when Harry dropped down onto his knee, and he was holding a ring, and you were already crying.

“Harry,” you pleaded, voice barely above a whisper and you could hear the punching heartbeat in your ears.

“I love you with all of my heart. M’so incredibly in love with you.”

Your lungs felt empty, air leaving them too fast to keep up.

“My love, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” you were breathless, hands moving to cradle his cheeks. “Yes, yes, oh my gosh, yes.”

“Remember it like it was yesterday.” he hummed, reaching around to place a kiss on your cheek, which you leaned into.

“It was the best night of my life.” you spoke honestly, holding onto his hands as they came over your shoulders.

“Hope so, don't’ think ‘ve ever been tha’ nervous.”

“You’re hands were shaking so bad, tryin’ to put the ring on my finger.” your giggling earned a scoff from Harry.

“Heeey, your hands were shakin’ too! And I couldn’t mess up tha’ moment! Knew it was somethin’ we were gonna remember forever.”

“I will.” you turned around in his hold, hands on his cheeks. “You’re the best fiancé in the world.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you—”

He cut you off before you could start fussing. Soft lips were on yours, the kiss sweet and filled with love.

Before anything could escalate, the next thing you heard was Harry’s phone buzzing from the inside of his back pocket.

“M’gonna get tha’.” he mumbled against your lips, kissing you one more time before pulling away. “But right after, m’all yours, love.”

You giggled before turning around, proceeding to take out your earrings as he answered the call.

“Hi mum.”

Harry stayed silent, holding the phone up to his ear and intently listening at what she was telling him.

“No, m’with Y/N.”

“Is everything alright?” he questioned, now pacing around the bedroom. His next words were hushed into the phone. “D’you want me to come down there?”

You turned around at his words, wondering if it was what you thought it was.

“Mum, jus’ tell me, please.”

With everything inside of you, you hoped and prayed it wasn’t what you thought it was.

“Oh, god.”

His voice instantly flooded with distress, chest rising and falling rapidly. He ran a hand through his hair, tears spilling onto his cheeks.

“No, no no.”

The repeated silence was deafening.

“It’s not fair.” he cried, squeezing his eyes closed as he sat on the edge of the bed. The conversation with his mum lasted a few more minutes before he told her loved her, and that he would be there as soon as he could. As soon as he hung up the phone he’d burst into tears again. You sat beside him, placing a hand on the side of his face, encouraging him to lay his head on your shoulder. He struggled to explain through pained sobs what was happening, and his words broke your heart. His stepdad, who raised him since he was seven years old, was fighting a long battle with cancer and everyone has always been hopeful, but his mum had just told him the words he never wanted to hear.

There was nothing more that they could do.

His cries were gut wrenching, fingers tightly clutching your shirt as you held him.

“For fuck’s sake, the wedding.”

You could feel your heart ripping out of your chest as Harry choked out those words. He is like a second dad to you, so when you and Harry got engaged you’d asked him to walk you down the aisle. Your heart couldn’t even begin to think about that right now.

“Need t’go down there, gonna get a plane.”

The bunch of conflicting emotions were causing Harry’s thoughts to be scattered, not that you could blame him, but you were struggling to process everything too.

“I’m going with you.”

Your voice was soft, not wanting to upset him further. His head hung down, looking at his hands.

“He’d love t’see you.”

“I’d love that, too.” you promised, gently stroking his hair. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

The two of you didn’t get any sleep that night. He stayed up sitting on the edge of the bed, praying for hours—begging for something, anything. Nothing in life can prepare you for something like this. The hurt, the anger, the confusion.

“Feel like m’just talking t’the wall.” he huffs, roughly running his hands through his hair before choking out another sob.

“There’s a reason your heart tells you things.” He lifts his head to look at you and his cheeks are stained with tears but his eyes still pierce into yours, intently listening. “You may not ever know the reason why your heart tells you what it does, but you always have to listen.”

He dips his head down, staring at his hands as his eyes squeeze shut and the fact that you know there are tears welling up again makes you sick to your stomach. “Jus’ want-” his breath jerks as another sob comes out of his chest. “Want it t’be a dream.” and you wanted that too. Hell, you wanted to say something, anything to make feel better...but was there really anything you could say? No. Harry wasn’t stupid, he knew all too well that this could always be a possibility, but he was always filled with hope. This is his dad. Of course he’s going to have all the hope in the universe.

“Never thought this would ever happen, y’know? Thought that it would work this time.”

“Maybe he can get another doctor.” he’s already shaking his head. “There has to be something-”

“Fuck’s sake.” he interrupts, pushing himself off the bed and storming across the room and into the hallway and your gaze dropped to the floor. Letting Harry cool off was the best thing to do when he was angry, and when the sound of what you assumed was his fist punching drywall broke the tense silence, you didn’t flinch.

Then you heard it again...and again, and again, followed by a strangled cry and that’s when you stepped in, jogging down the hallway calling Harry’s name.

“Harry,” you gripped his other bicep, trying to pull him away and as soon as he felt your touch, he broke down. His forehead pressed against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut and his fists still clenched above his head. He turns around, back against the wall, sliding down to the floor and his resolve slowly crumbles when you knelt down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His head fell onto your shoulder as you held him.

“I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

He’s shaking in your arms and the two of you are crumpled on the floor. He slowly calms down with your touch, but he’s still choking out sobs. Your hands cover his knuckles, kissing the blood stained skin.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.”

Your hands were weaved through his locks, being caressed through his hair as you held him until his breathing had calmed along with the beat of his heart, but you never wanted to let go of him.

“I wish I could make it all better.” you murmur between soft kisses to his cheeks. “I’d take all your pain away.”

“Know y’would.” he leans into the palm that’s cradling his cheek before catching a glimpse of your sleepy eyes starting to fall closed.

“Y’should get some sleep.” he rasps, head on your chest. “Don’t want y’to be exhausted tomorrow.” Despite everything he was going through right now, he was still thinking of you.

“We can sleep on the plane.”

He nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

It took a lot for Harry to look tired. It’d been hours of crying, sobbing, and you both needed rest.

“I can lay with you if you want?”

“Would love that.” he wanted to smile, you could tell. But he just didn’t have it in him tonight.

“I’ll be right back.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

You clung to each other as soon as you were under the covers. You protectively put your arms around him, running your hands through his hair and his eyes never left your face.

“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re alright, because I know you’re not.” one of your hands came down to his face, thumb brushing across his cheek.

“I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need.” you took a deep breath, brushing the hair away from his face. “Always.”

“Will y’hold me, please?” his voice was raspy, his tone sweet and sad.

“C’mere.”

Emotions were so fresh and raw right now, but all you could do was be there for him. With every fiber of your being you wanted to take his pain away, kiss it better...anything. But right now, all you could do was love him. And for Harry, that was more than enough.

#this is my baby #be nice to her #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff

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midnightmoonkiss · 5 years ago

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I was told by your wonderful wife, birds-have-teeth that you were in need for some asks/requests. How about Izuku and S/O on their wedding day?

She truly is a wonderful wife 🥺💜

Ahh! I dont usually take requests, but this was just too cute to pass up!

I hope you don’t mind that these are headcanons!

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Wedding Day.

Category: fluff

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First of all! I think their wedding would be set sometime in spring. The time of year where it’s not too hot and not too cool, just after all the leaves and flowers bloom. I mean think about it, Sakura petals flowing in the wind on your wedding day? What a dream.

It sounds crazy, but I always imagined Izuku as the type of person to want to have their wedding outside.. Kind of like- in a garden? Or a forest? You know that the wedding Bella and Edward had in the forest? Kind of like that! Except surrounded by flowers!

Flowers like.. Magnolia, forget-me-nots, tulips, and of course - sakura! Or, well, Cherry blossoms~ Just! Flowers that really brighten up the secluded space. You’d need seclusion, after all, especially since you are marrying the number one hero.

Wouldnt it be so cute to be married under a willow tree, a brilliant white arch covered in white roses and vines standing above you both? Ackk vines.. So beautiful. Oh! Maybe there’s even a little rock pathway down the aisle?

The air is fresh.. Because you’re in the countryside! Maybe even in the mountains. Somewhere where a little babbling brook is not too far behind the trees, its soft bubbling noises relaxing the party-goers.

Speaking of! Wouldnt a little plant themed engagement ring be the cutest? Something like this!

Wedding ring.. Well you both have to pick that out dont you?

The wedding day is obviously going to be the most important day for both of you! But also, nerve-wracking as hell. Im positive Izuku has probably freaked out five times since he woke up at 6AM. Maybe a mental breakdown. Yknow.

He’s a sensitive guy! And he’s terrified! Nono, he doesnt have cold feet. He wants to marry you! He cannot imagine his life without you in it, but God is he absolutely terrified that you might be the one leaving him at the altar.

Not that he doesnt have faith in you! It’s just.. His insecurities and anxieties taking over him. Even after all these years of unconditional love, he still cant help but feel you deserve someone way better than him. And he fears one day you’ll wake up and realize that as well.

But you’d have to be absolutely crazy to even think about doing that, huh?

So yeah. Wedding day morning is filled with Izuku’s best man - Shoto - trying to calm the sporadic man down, bringing Toshi and his mom in to aid as well. He may have thrown up. Who’s to say.

You, on the otherhand, are having a great morning. You’re bouncing with excitement! Ready and oh-so impatiently waiting to marry the man of your dreams in the most scenic area you could find. It truly was a catch! A relatively cheap place - the majority of your funds were spent on food and flowers. You can get pretty good deals on wedding dresses if you’re marrying the number one hero, apparently. So long as they get to display one of your wedding photos.

Hell, it’d help a local business boom, and who wouldnt want that? You got a discount on your bridesmaids dresses as well~

A dream.

But the start time was quickly approaching. Tick-tock!

Soon enough, the both of you are ready to start a new chapter of your lives together.

The scene is set! Your husband-to-be stand beneath arch drenched in morning dew, light breaking through the trees reflecting on each little droplet and showering the little patch where your wedding was being held in brilliant lights

It honestly looked magical, straight out of a fairy tale. Hell, you were about to marry your prince, after all

God this wedding is like every outdoorsy kid’s dream

The piano starts up once the player gets the queue that everyone is ready.

Your friends walk down the aisle first in pairs, bridesmaids with bridesmen, silky gowns flowing in the gentle spring breeze

Soon enough the flower girl trots happily down the aisle, throwing Sakura petals every which way with a happy little smile on her face, dress as white as snow and a little pink belt.

It was truly a miracle no one tripped on the rocks yet.

Once everyone was in their place, a traditional wedding song began to play.

Showtime.

Izuku swore he saw an angel the moment those vines swayed to reveal you.

A sunbeam hit you from behind, its golden glow cascading down your body.

Tears formed in his eyes as he watched, paralyzed, as you walked down, heels clicking against the floor

The biggest, goofiest smile cracked onto his face, eyes connecting with yours. All was going to be alright. He had nothing to fear.

He’d probably openly sob while stating his vows, hands trembling as they hold onto yours.. It’d probably be something along the lines of.. “Ever since the day I met you, i’ve become a better man. You helped me grow into who I am today. You guided me towards the path that would lead me to happiness with your loving embrace, with every word of endearment you’d whisper to me, and with love as a whole. I always wondered what it’d feel like to be loved like this, and now that I have it, and that I have you, I don’t ever want to let go of it. Because you’re it, princess. You’re the love of my life, my one and only, my soulmate, and so much more. Every day we’re apart I always think of you. You keep me going. Without you, I wouldn’t be me.”

Something cheesy, yknow! Somethin sweeter than candy corn. <3 what a sap.

He may have had to wipe his tears a few times… cough.

Surprisingly though, his hands are super steady when he slides that ring on.

A shaky yet firm “I do,” green eyes now a shimmering viridescent as he stares at you with the purest form of love swirling in his gaze.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

His hand reaches up, delicately placing itself on your cheek. He cant help but take this moment in, condemning your smiling, angelic face to memory, the flashes of photos being taken completely ignored as he slowly leans in.

His lips are softer than they had ever been in that moment, the kiss itself so sugary sweet - the embodiment of innocence and passion. Love.

Eyes fluttering closed, he cant help but kiss you over and over again, each one making both your smiles grow larger until giggles erupt between the two of you.

Oh boy. He had lipstick smudged all over his lips. He couldnt care less, though. Pulling you close to his body, he smiled cheekily over at the photographer for a photo.

HE’S YOUR HUSBAND NOW! IZUKU IS YOUR HUSBAND! Praise the lords. (Y/N) Midoriya has a nice ring to it, doesnt it?

Inko welcomes you to the Mrs. Midoriya family with a hug.

The rest of the day was filled with you and Izuku being stuck together like glue, surrounded by friends and family.

The wedding photos would be filled with you two standing in a meadow, sun raining brilliantly down on the two newlyweds.

ackk just.. sakura petals flying in the wind~ how pretty. Maybe one even lands in your hair and he gets to pluck it out. <3

He’s the happiest he’s ever been.

Hell, he’s sure this is what being high felt like.

He cant stop smiling! He’s just so so cute.

Of course, a few goofy photos have to take place! Maybe Uravity uses her quirk to make it look like the number one hero is floating away whilst you ‘run’ to try and get him.

There was even one where he and his bridesmen wear parts of their hero costumes to show off a bit. Like Deku wears his hood, Shoto wears his.. Bracelets and backback..? Stuff like that! Truly it’s a weird fuckin photo. But so so dorky and so them.

His favorite photo is definitely the one where he has you sitting on his arm as he flexes. Yep. He turned into a bit of a show off. Could you blame him? Haha.

At night is when the real fun begins. Mainly because of the party! Lanterns are set up everywhere, and due to being so far from the city- the stars are shining in the sky! Much more than youre used to.

Izuku took a dance course, unbeknownst to you (Shoto and Bakugou were forced to join him- talk about chaotic!), so that first dance together is honestly breathtaking. He’s so gentle with you, leading the way and twirling you around.

May or may not have bawled when you danced with Toshinori.

CUTTING THE C AKE. OKAY OKAY.

It’d probably be forest themed. Green and white blending beautifully together, maybe even a little frosting stream cascading down the side. Hand made models of you and Izuku stood proudly at the top. I guess the flavor would be something you both chose together?

He loves touching your soft hands so holding that knife together is awesome for him.

Oh yea. After the perfect photo is taken, he definitely smears frosting on your cheek - just so he has an excuse to lick it off.

Sticky!

You both leave in a black limo, a “Just Married!” sign placed on the back.

Ahh. honeymoon time.

It’s going to be a long night,

Mainly because..

Well. Traveling- and.. Y’know (;

All in all! It starts off as stressful, and ends in the sweetest way possible.

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shishinoya · 4 years ago

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He Wasn’t A Dreamer || a.k

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ — SUMMARY || Akaashi was taught that dreams were wasteful. — PAIRING || Akaashi Keiji X Reader — TYPE || Story — WARNING || Angst — WORD COUNT || 1.7k words — AUTHOR’S NOTE || i don’t know... i got an idea and this thing was born ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Akaashi was a thinker; never doing anything brash nor unnecessary. Everything was calculated. From the way he woke up, placing his pillows against the headboard and tucking the sheets comfortably along his bed, to how he sets his notebooks on the right of his desk - never the left. He wrote out his day with plans, each having several steps. He followed them religiously, never straying away. His meals were cultivated to ensure he was taking the exact amount of nutrients. Rice, chicken, snow peas, all arranged in neat lines and in clean smooth bowls. It was precise, definite, perfect. He was perfect. He needed to be perfect. It had a purpose; there was reasoning to it. He was built from numbers and logic, dreaming never seemed like an option.

Akaashi was considerate. He never thought about himself and held his friends and family close in his mind. Always cleaning after himself, never leaving his mess for someone else to take care of. He stayed up late into the night, filling his ears with the sobs of a peer. He didn’t like it. He thought it was annoying. Classmates used him as a bank account, asking for money, promising that he would see it again, but he didn’t. He couldn’t buy a new textbook. He thought it was unfair. He gave; never expecting to receive. He listened; never expecting to be heard. He had a purpose. This was his purpose. He was their reasoning. He didn’t have a chance to dream.

Akaashi was quiet. His opinions and thoughts rattled his mind and poked knives at the back of his throat, threatening him to release them. But he knew better. He remembered the way faces twist and lips curled when his mouth opened. He still feels the sting of cherished hands across his pale cheek. They stuffed his mouth with mush and greens; stating that he should never speak with his mouth full. But it wasn’t. Their minds said “yes”. To them, his mouth was filled with trash and it was nothing worth hearing. It held a reason. There was a point to it. To discipline him. To tear thoughts of anything but logic. They used needles of control to sew thin lines of suppression and restrain through his dry lips. They stole his dreams.

Butterflies had their wings plucked and were turned into colourful prints. They were dull. The clouds that were once as white as virgin snow were now grey and spun into weaves of cotton candy. They were sour. The waves of the ocean that wrapped their warm salted arms around his skinny body were now chains, locking him from seeing the shore. They were cold.

Dull, sour, cold. You could call his life that. He wouldn’t hear you. It had a purpose; it had reasoning. Dreams were wasted thoughts.

He never thought of anything out the box of right; he couldn’t stretch his understanding of why. The bold red zeros on comprehension served as evidence. Asking more questions meant uncertainty. He was always certain.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But you.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You created earthquakes. You were bold, bright, levitating. Compared to his exhausted eyes, yours were anything but tired. They lit up every time you talked. They gleamed, especially when the rays of the sun tickled your skin. The way your lashes fluttered and framed them. He could see himself in them.

You constantly danced to invisible music that seemed to only play in your own ears. You drowned out the talk and words of others. Your descriptions used unfamiliar terms and a language Akaashi never heard before. You were asked why you always seemed like you were floating, and you responded with, “That’s because Tinkerbell gave me some pixie dust”.

Foolish. Akaashi thought. You were just another shameful dreamer that he shouldn’t get involved with. His mind, flooded with statements of how distasteful you were, instructed his throat to contract, ordered his mouth to open, demanded that he did not think and allowed himself to taste a bit of choice.

Wishful thinking. The desires of his mind wouldn’t control him. He could taste strong metal. Red tainted his teeth, painted his lips, layered his tongue. He could feel the pain; he just paid no mind to it. He almost lost his way. He almost slipped. He never slipped. Who were you? What have you done?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

His questions piled. He was curious. He was jealous. He wanted to be able to be as free as you. He knew these were emotions. He knew they were wrong. He would feel the lashes later, but he couldn’t stop them. They were immense. They pulled his insides and rearranged them so his body would bend. They raked his stomach so much so that it became unbearable. He clawed his chest, a feeble attempt in trying to cleanse the pain. He wheezed. He gasped. He choked.

He understood now. He understood how dangerous emotions were.

You composed your dreams. You showed him them. You took those butterflies and created giant planes where people rode on the wings like they would with roller coasters. You churned the clouds, sculpting them into castles and towers that overshadowed the lush green mountains. The ocean shifted with your movements; the waves formed horses where they pranced and ran along the surface. You were given the option to dream.

You were an uncertainty. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t see what you were thinking; he couldn’t figure out your motives. The friendships he made were always made to benefit him. You were a different case. He wanted to understand, to wrap a finger around your ideas. Your thoughts. You. Maybe it was jealousy. Maybe he wanted to live your life. Maybe he wanted to feel the joy of being a dreamer.

You were a risk. He was scared of you. He was scared of what he will go through. But he wanted to get that taste; that sweet taste of choice. The taste that he stopped himself from relishing in. The one that made his tongue go numb.

So he did.

He took the risk that called herself Y/N.

He talked to you. He needed information. You held important knowledge that he wanted - no, needed to know. You were like the vowels in his story of life; without you, it would be meaningless and difficult to comprehend. You had a purpose to him: to educate him, to teach him of this unknown tongue of words. That was his reasoning, and he repeated it to himself every time his eyes landed on your giggling figure. He reasoned and convinced himself that there was nothing special to you. You were only someone who would benefit him, you didn’t have a name. You were just a person. He clung onto the fact that his emotions were not affecting his decision making. He desperately resented the thought of you being more than just a person, just a small risk. He tried, but it wasn’t working. You were too much.

Nights where he sat on the frigid floor, back leaning against the bed frame, were haunting. Numbers, words, charts, data all twirled and kicked there way into his mind, to the point where if he closed his eyes, there wouldn’t be a spot that didn’t have writing. Calculations. He needed to calculate.

emotions = pain. i don’t like pain. the markings hurt. no emotions → no pain. i can’t feel. i won’t feel. then why does it hurt now? i wont feel. my mind is foggy. i won’t feel. redirect it. redirect the pain.

...

why are you here. . . ?

The outline. He could recognize it anywhere.

The movements. He followed with care.

The smile. That forsaken smile.

He hated how it wouldn’t go away. He blinked once, twice. You remained. Your arms reached out for him. He vigorously shook his head, an attempt to wake his brain from the nightmare that held his consciousness in a vice. You pushed out the numbers, the words, the data, and started to paint with hues he’s never seen before. How? He didn’t like it, not one bit. You weren’t leaving his thoughts. He needed you out. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t see. All it revolved around was you. His mind was invaded with snapshots of events that never occurred. A hug. He could never. A touch. She would never.

A kiss.

Never.

You were painful. You caused him the pain. He pulled his hair, gripped the strands. Tugged so hard, he thought he could hear them tearing themselves from the roots of his scalp. He pried his nails through his skin, to divert his attention, to rid his mind of you.

What reasoning did he have that you were on his mind? He liked you. That you made his heart race as if it were running a marathon every time he sees you. He liked you. He couldn’t understand why he was searching for that laugh of yours. He liked you. He didn’t know why he cared for your opinion.

He can’t fathom the idea of him yielding to useless feelings. They felt more controlling than the hands of his parents. They used strings and made him dance to their pleasure like he was some kind of puppet. He felt weak. He was more than that, though. He was the Akaashi Keiji. The one that reached beyond and above, being that perfect child that every parent loves to boast about. The one whose stare and eyes were so intimidating that others would coward in his presence. He always felt superior. He was always at the top.

And yet, you made him take a bite of defeat.

His knees buckled when you walked through the door. His bony hands, skin so tight that his veins looked like they could pierce them, felt clammy whenever you looked his way. When you bumped into his shoulder, he could have sworn that it was a blessing. You were a fairy who had blessed his eyes, lips, body, mind. He was a fool. Fairies aren’t real. You couldn’t be real.

For you were just a simple dream. A dream that Akaashi would never seem to reach. He didn’t understand dreams. He didn’t understand you.

He wasn’t a dreamer.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

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rumdrum91 · 4 years ago

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Ever After: Prologue and Chapter 1

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_______________________PROLOGUE________________________________

“My little swan,” he liked to call her. Like in the story. The ugly duckling was clumsy and gangly and loud—

“A nuisance!” Emma would interrupt delightedly. “Like me!”

Yes, a nuisance like her. The other ducklings would swim in their straight lines and let out respectable quacks to greet the bullfrogs and the dragonflies. But the ugly duckling could only squawk, flapping his gray, mottled wings frantically as he tried to catch up.

The others did not look back, not even once. They didn’t like the ugly duckling. They hid their heads in their wings, and pretended not to hear him.

Time went by and soon enough, the ducklings were no longer ducklings. They had grown over the long winter and returned from the south with long, silver feathers. They chattered and quacked excitedly, examining each other’s beauty and reveling in their own. But all that was forgotten when the most beautiful creature of all came into their mist. He was white as snow, with silky feathers and a long, graceful neck. He shone like a star come to rest on earth, and when he glided on the lake, the water around him seemed to sparkle in reverence.

Who was this mysterious creature, the ducks wondered? What was he? For he certainly wasn’t anyone they recognized.

“I know who he was!” Emma would sit upright, her eyes alight with excitement. “He was the ugly duckling!”

David would laugh, the warmth in his eyes glowing as he gently nudged his daughter back to her pillow. “This story is meant to help you fall asleep, little swan.”

“Tell me who the creature was,” Emma would insist. “This is my favorite part.”

The beautiful creature was someone they did not recognize, but they did know. He was their younger brother returned to them: the ugly duckling. Ah, but he was not a duckling after all, but a swan. A magnificent, beautiful swan.

“And that, sweet girl,” David would say softly, tucking her hair behind her ear, “is why I call you my little swan. Scraped knees and messy braids may be all that people see, but one day, they will look at you and realize that you are the most beautiful one of all.”

* * * * * * *

The day her new stepmother and -sisters arrived, Emma did not feel like a beautiful swan. She felt exactly what she was: a messy, muddy, graceless little girl, with too many freckles and not enough teeth. Lady Regina was dark and elegant, with full red lips that curled into a smile as Emma tried to curtsy before her.

“Lady Mother,” she said awkwardly, wincing as she bent her scabbed knees. The words felt strange in her mouth: Emma had never had someone to call “Mother” before. She hoped it would feel more natural as time went on.

“Girls,” Regina said, her voice smooth and lofty, “say hello to your new stepsister.”

Emma tried not stare at them, for they were almost more beautiful than their mother—as though they had skipped being ugly ducklings, and were swans from birth. Ruby was tall and willowy, and Belle was small and doll-like; both of them with long dark hair and piercing eyes. Their gowns were of the finest silk, studded with gold thread and tiny jewels in the bodice. The girls regarded Emma skeptically as they dipped into immaculate curtsies. Belle rose with a shy smile, but Ruby remained supercilious, glancing away in a show of derisive boredom.

“What do we say, Emma?” David asked, giving her a soft nudge to remind her of what they’d practiced the night before.

“Pleased to meet you.” She bobbed another curtsy, as wobbly and graceless as the first. On impulse, she added breathlessly, “I’ve always wanted sisters.”

“How sweet.” Smiling, Regina took David’s proffered arm, so he could escort her up the stone steps to the manor. Ruby waited until they were out of earshot, then turned back to Emma, her eyes cold.

“We’re not sisters,” she said flatly. “This has nothing to do with us. My mother married your father for his title, and he married her for her money.”

Emma’s cheeks burned at the implication that her father would ever marry for money. He was an honorable, good man. He would never do something so callous and cold. She clenched her fists, but said nothing.

“Come along, Belle,” Ruby said, still eyeing Emma with cold disdain. “Mother will be waiting.”

Belle obediently followed her sister up the steps, sparing Emma a sympathetic look as she passed. Clearly the kinder of the two, but too meek to stand up to her sister. The door closed behind them, as if emphasizing the separation with the the loud thunk! of the oak door.

* * * * * * *

“Which one shall we read tonight?”

Emma watched as her father, perched in his usual place at the end of her bed, thumbed through the book of fairy tales. “The ash princess,” she said after a minute. “With the fairy godmother.”

“Ag,” David smiled, nodding as he found the page. “One of my favorites.”

“Mine, too.” Emma played with the frayed end of her braid. “Father?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I come with you this time?”

He looked up slowly, his gaze way and exhausted. “Emma,” he began.

“I want to meet the king,” she pleaded. “Please, Father?”

“There’d be no one to look after you,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll be at council meetings all day. And besides—wouldn’t you miss your stepmother and stepsisters?”

Emma was silent. She didn’t want to tell him that they were the reason why she wanted to go so badly.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” David promised. “Just two weeks.”

“But you just got back.” Emma folded her arms, stubbornly pushing out her chin. “One.”

“Two weeks, little swan.” David looked down in amused exasperation as Emma balanced her fist on her palm, silently challenging him to rock-paper-scissors. After a minute, he gave in: each shook their fist three times and opened their fingers, David’s in a “scissors” and Emma’s in a “rock”.

“All right, all right,” David laughed as Emma triumphantly bounced her fist over his fingers. “One.”

* * * * * * *

They stood in a line on the cobblestone path, watching as David checked the horses and secured their harnesses. Marco, the old groomsman, wrestled with a particularly unruly black devil called, “Lucius.” The horse jerked his head back, fighting the bit being forced between his teeth.

“Cazzo Madre de Dio,” Marco swore under his breath.

“Non davanti ai bambini, Marco,” David warned. Marco’s English was limited, and Emma’s Italian nonexistent; but she imagined that Ruby and Belle were more than proficient in foreign languages.

“Must you leave me so soon, husband?” Regina sighed as David came around, placing her delicate fingers on on his chest.

“I’m afraid I must, my love.” David kissed her softly, once on her lips and again on each hand. Then he looked down at her girls, smiling. “Ruby, Belle…”

They dipped into their elegant curtsies. The formality seemed to amuse David, but he complied, offering them each a courtly bow before kissing the tops of their heads. Emma waited at the very end, tears welling in her eyes. Her father took her hands and lowered himself to one knee, his eyes warm and twinkling.

“You’ll look after your stepmother for me, won’t you, little swan?” he said.

Emma hesitated, then nodded slowly.

“And your stepsisters?”

“Yes, Father,” she mumbled, even as Ruby’s words echoed cruelly in her head. We’re not sisters.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead and rose to a stand. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“One week,” Emma reminded him.

“One week,” he agreed.

She watched as he climbed the step of the carriage and pulled himself into the driver’s seat. Marco handed him the reins, nodding a farewell to his master as he backed away from the path. Emma clenched her fists, willing herself not to cry. Her throat ached and her vision blurred, but she refused to shed a single tear in front of Ruby.

David snapped the reins and the horses began trotting down the cobblestone, the carriage rattling after them. Emma almost ran after him, but she hung back, her eyes fixed on his dwindling form.

“Come along, girls,” Regina said, starting to turn toward the door with a sweep of her skirts.

“Wait!” Emma said. “He always waves at the gate.”

Regina flicked a dismissive smile, and continued her departure, her daughter trailing after her. Emma remained, watching intently as the carriage rounded the corner of the gate. David raised his hand in farewell—and then, something happened.

He fell.

The world seemed to spin, her nerves on fire, her heart shattering as she watched her father crumple. “FATHER!”

Her own screaming echoed in her ears as she pounded down the path, not breathing, eyes swimming, panic racing through her veins as she ran toward her father’s unmoving form. Get up, get up. Oh, God, please make him get up. Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he moving?

“Father, please!” she sobbed, falling to her knees beside him. He was still breathing, but his face was contorted in pain, one side scraped with blood and dust.

“David!” Regina’s cry broke through the air. Emma hadn’t even realized she was there, and barely registered it now. Her stepmother’s hands shook as she reached to cup David’s face. “Don’t try to move, my love. I’m here.”

David looked at her, then slowly turned his eyes toward Emma. She choked, the tears she had tried to hold back now streaming down her face as her father looked at her for what she knew was the last time.

“I love you,” he whispered.

And then, his eyes dulled and saw no more. The warm, twinkling eyes turned gray and glassy, staring unseeingly at the sky.

“No!” Regina cried, her voice rising in hysterics as Emma bent over her father’s body, sobbing uncontrollably. “You cannot leave me here! You cannot leave me here!”

But she wasn’t the one he was leaving: Emma was. He’d left her to the mercy of her stepmother and stepsisters, unknowingly sentencing her to a life of misery and servitude. Because over the next twelve years, Regina would blame Emma for David’s death; for the fact that he had given his last words to his daughter, rather than his wife.

When Regina assumed control of the household and finances, she’d decided that Emma was too much of an expense and put her to work, demanding that she earn her own keep. “I have to provide for my children first,” she’d said, reminding Emma as she so often did that she was now an orphan. “I can’t afford a third child on a widow’s living.” Her daughters remained in the highest fashion with the finest possessions, and Emma was given a small, dusty room with naught but a few books and a crumbling hearth to curl by in the winter. She’d had to snitch a few horse blankets to keep warm, and only the kindness of the old cook, Mrs. Lucas, kept her clothed and shoed. The younger housemaid, Astrid, had taught her what she needed to know to be a servant in a lady’s household, and Marco assumed a protective, grandfatherly role over Emma. Together, the four of them created a broken little family that slightly soothed the ache in Emma’s heart. Still, Regina and her daughters seemed intent on destroying every ounce of happiness in her life. Belle less so than the others, though she said nothing when Regina and Ruby directed cruel words and biting commands toward Emma. The few sources of comfort Emma had left were her father’s books and the chest in the attic that contained her mother’s remaining possessions: remnants of the loving family she’d once had.

___________________________CHAPTER 1_________________________________

It was a hard life, and she feared she would never escape it. And for twelve years, she was right. Until the day she met the horse thief, when one perfectly-aimed apple would end up changing her life forever.

She could taste autumn in the early morning air. It smelled of smoke and frost and changing leaves, filling her lungs and leaving a pleasant sting on her skin. Emma smiled to herself as she picked her way around the thick bundles of trees and brambles, guiding the pig as he hunted for truffles. Later in the week, she would sell them in the street market, along with whatever fruits and vegetables Astrid could get from the garden.

The pig snuffled loudly as he found his treasure. “Good boy,” Emma whispered, kneeling down to gather the truffles and put them in her basket. The dirt caked under her nails and her skin was scratched by wayward twigs, leaving thin red lines. She lifted her hands, examining them with a small sigh of regret. They were rough and scarred: so unlike the delicate smooth whiteness of a lady’s. Just another thing for Ruby to mock.

By the time she was heading back to the manor, the sun had started to rise and golden streaks shown through trees. Marco should have been in the stables, brushing down the horses, but ever since the silverware had gone missing…

Emma’s hands tightened on the basket as she thought of the false accusations Regina had cast against Marco: that he was a thief and a liar, taking advantage of a widow’s generosity. She remembered his desperate pleas as clung to the bars of the constable’s carriage, trembling as he begged in broken English for release. His bail had been set at twelve silver florins, and it would take a hundred street markets before she’d earned enough to set him free. Still she couldn’t abandon him to the brutal prison conditions: he would never survive them.

“Morning,” she said, entering the kitchen through the side door. Mrs. Lucas was already working dough for the morning bread, while Astrid churned butter. The ladies of the house would still be asleep at this hour, but the preparations for their basic comforts began at dawn.

“Any luck?” Astrid asked, wincing from the blisters on her hands. Emma shook the basket in response, half-smiling.

“That’s a good girl,” Mrs. Lucas nodded. “Those’ll fetch a good price. Now—give those hands a wash, and see if you can’t get some apples for her ladyship’s breakfast. Might make her a bit more, uh…”

“Human?” Emma suggested, rubbing the dirt from her hands in the wash basin. Regina had a certain fondness for apples, and the treat might soften the normal bite of her marks.

“Well, they’re apples, not magic beans,” Astrid observed wryly. Emma snorted and wiped her hands dry, reaching for a clean apron. After securing it around her waist, she pushed her hair behind her ears and balanced an empty bushel on her hip.

“Back soon,” she called over her shoulder, nudging the door open with her toe. The other women responded with vague farewells and promises of breakfast when she returned.

The grass was still damp with morning dew as she cut across the grounds to the small ring of apple trees. Red-gold globes hung heavily from the branches, the sweet and heady scent pervading the air. Emma set the bushel down and dropped to her knees, gathering the few apples that had already fallen.

They were scattered around the trees in a vague circle, so rather than moving the bushel around, she used her apron to hold them. She was just reaching for one that had fallen a bit further than the others when she heard a familiar, high-pitched neigh resounding through the air. Emma frowned and whipped around, recognizing the powerful black horse kicking up on its rear legs as a cloaked figure on his back pulled at the reins.

Lucious.

Her father’s finest horse, his fierce and fiery black devil—and some common thief was trying to take him?

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she muttered, getting up and running toward him. The apples tumbled from her apron— all but one. In her hand, it became a weapon: one that she hurled with deadly accuracy at the thief, hitting him squarely in the head.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed, tumbling from the horse and landing painfully on the ground. Lucius bolted, grateful for his freedom, but rather than going after him, Emma scrabbled for the fallen apples to launch at her enemy.

“Thief!” she spat furiously, pummeling his head—his shoulders—his chest with apples. “How dare you steal my father’s horse!”

“Stop!” he shouted, struggling to stand up, raising his arm to shield himself. “Madam, I command you to stop! By order of—”

“Of what?” Emma shot back. “Lord of the thieves, are you?”

“By order of the king!” The thief flung back his cloak in an indignant flurry that Emma might have laughed at, had she not recognized the shining golden crest the pinned the cloak to his shoulders. Terror struck in the pit of her stomach and she fell to her hands and knees, trembling.

“Forgive me, Your Highness, I did not see you!” she stammered, begging every saint in heaven that he—who she now realized was the prince—would have mercy.

He let out a wry chuckle, and Emma peeked through the curtain of blonde hair shielding her eyes to see that he was massaging his jaw, regarding her with a mixture of amusement and disdain.“Your aim, madam, would suggest otherwise.”

“I-I—” Emma swallowed, fear swelling in her throat so that her voice was a croak. “I thought you were a thief, my lord.”

“Indeed, I am.” There was the sound of leather scraping leather as the prince swung himself onto Lucious’s back. The horse trotted around her in a circle, and the prince spoke again, “Rest assured,” he said, the sounds of metal on metal clinking within the folds of his cloak, “I will return the beast to you, since you care for it so. And as an honorable thief, I shall compensate you for the misfortune.”

Then came the heavy sound of a bulging leather sack, dropping from his hand to the ground. Emma hardly dared to breathe, let alone look inside. Even so, she couldn’t helping looking up again, barely raising her head to glimpse the prince’s handsome face and tousled black hair. His eyes glinted, and she wondered if even through the dirty tangles of blonde hair obscuring her face, he could sense her gaze.

“My mercy exists on one condition,” he said, though his smirk seemed more amused than bitter this time.

“Y-yes, my Lord?”

He snapped the reins, and Lucious reared again. “Never let it be known that Prince Killian was nearly bested by a country maid with a bushel of apples!”

With that, Lucious took off, his hooves beating the ground heavily as he galloped away. Emma remained bowed and trembling, never daring to breathe until the sound of Lucious’s hooves had faded completely. Only then did she slowly straighten up, bones cracking, to stare at the bulging leather sack before her.

It was about the size of her fist, tied with a thick leather cord. Emma cradled it in her hands, feeling the hard metal edges of what couldn’t have been coins, because that would have been too generous a stroke of luck. Still, she managed to pull the cord, effectively opening the sack, and a small avalanche of golden florins spilled into her hands.

“Madre de Dio,” she whispered, marveling at the wealth before her. This would more than buy Marco’s freedom. Emma let out a laugh of disbelief before a flood of joyful tears came to her eyes, and she thanked God for the rich thief who’d just changed everything for the better.

#ever after au #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones

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tolkien-fics · 4 years ago

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White As Snow, Red As Blood 2/2

Part One

Word Count: 1,681

Pairing: None

Trigger Warnings: Toxic stepmother, attempted murder, jealousy, Indis is the evil step mother and possibly had self esteem issues.

Plot: Part 2 of 2. Based on the fairy-tale of Snow White. Reader is the younger twin sister of Feanor, and her life comes crashing down one day when Indis attempts to get rid of her. No true love shall rescue Reader, for no other love is stronger than a parents love.

A/N: So I decided to edit the ending of part one due to another idea I had, just thought I’d point it out to avoid confusion.

“Y/n, why does Feanor hate us?” Fingolfin asked. He looked like a teenager to humans, but any elf would know he had only just reached the age of fifty.

You looked up from your writing, expression sympathetic.

“He does not hate you, little brother. He just has a lot to deal with.”

Fingolfin hummed. “He always does.”

Before you had the chance to reply, you heard hurried footsteps and you was faced with Irímë. Her blond, wavy locks looking disheveled.

“Mother calls for you, Y/n!”

“Very well.” You rose from your seat and gave both of your half siblings a friendly smile. “Do not fret, you are much loved here.” You said before taking your leave.

“Y/n!” You heard Indis yell your name before you had the chance to reach the door. But it didn’t sound like she was calling from the chambers, more like the dressing quarters next door. You knocked and entered with a curtsy.

“You requested my presence, my queen?”

Indis nodded, “Yes, dear. Come closer.” She beckoned her hand.

You took a breath and approached your step mother, letting out a small gasp when she stroked your hair.

“You have grown to be a fine young lady, dear. I have something for you.” She walked to the dressing table and took a piece of ribbon.

“Your father wishes to get you a gift, a fine piece of jewellery for a lovely princess. But he needs your measurements first.” She showed you the ribbon. “Turn around.”

You did as instructed, feeling Indis places the ribbon around your neck. It was gentle at first, feeling the material adjust here and there.

But then she started pulling it tighter and tighter. You gasped for air, a hand around your throat.

“C...can’t...b...breathe.” You gasped out, eyes watering as your surroundings faded to black.

Your body fell to the floor, the ribbon coming undone. Indis waited for a few moments, nudging your body with her foot. When you didn’t move or make a sound, she screamed and ran out of the room.

“Princess Y/n fainted! She’s not breathing!”

The next time you woke up, you was surrounded by your siblings and father in your room.

Finwe breathed a sigh of relief, kissing your forehead. “My child, what happened?”

You blinked the grogginess away. “Indis...the queen...she-“. You was cut off by Finwe.

“She called for help.” He smiled at you. “She was worried for your health, you was not breathing.”

You chose not to speak of what happened, only humming and relaxing. But you couldn’t forget that she had tried to kill you.

“Sister, are you well?” Feanor entered the room, came to your side and took your hand. You couldn’t help the gentle smile.

“I’m well Feanor, thank you.” You saw him gritting his teeth, and you knew what he was thinking. That queen Indis had purposefully harmed you. Part of you agreed, but the other part of you thought that she didn’t realise her own strength and panicked.

But your mind went for the latter. Was there really any way for someone to pull that tight on accident? You wasn’t convinced, but you didn’t say a word. You wanted your father and siblings to be happy, and the news would risk that if not cause a stir.

You were kept on bed rest for the next day, healers coming and going and servants bringing you food. You would have felt lonely if Feanor didn’t continue to visit, spending all day by your side.

“I apologise for not believing you sooner, Feanor.” You apologised. “She did try to kill me.”

Feanor sighed and took your hand. “I did not believe she would stoop to such levels.”

You sighed and shook your head. “Neither did I. What did I do to offend her so?”

Feanor looked down, letting go of your hand. He walked to the window and looked down at Irímë and Finarfin playing in the courtyard.

“She is jealous. She is not good at heart like you. Atar also favours us, and always has done, though he loves our siblings.” He came to a quick conclusion. “She sees you as a threat.”

“What can I do about it?” You asked your twin brother, watching his movements as you sat up in bed.

“You could go to King Thingol and Queen Melian.” He suggested. “Though, Atar will be worried when he discovers your disappearance.”

You hummed, “What if we get Atar to call them here? We could explain the issue to them. Surely they are more likely listen to us.” You spoke, lying back down in bed. “I fear what Indis will do next.”

Feanor instantly came to your side, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

After a lot of convincing, Finwë invited King Thingol and Queen Melian to the Kingdom from Doriath. Along with them came Lúthien, an elvish child not much younger than Findis.

You and your siblings lined up in the hall, Finwë and Indis sat on their throne. In time, you all bowed to the royal visitors.

“It is an honour to be of your acquaintance.” Feanor spoke up.

“Oh, your children are lovely, your majesty.” Melian said with a king smile.

“Thank you very much. As is Lúthien, Queen Melian.”

Thingol took in your appearance and smiled. “Your daughter is the image of the late Queen Miriel.”

Indis scowled from her throne at you upon hearing those words, becoming even more jealous when Finwë agreed.

It was nearing dinner, and you decided to sit and have a conversation with Melian while Thingol was talking with your father, and Lúthien spending time with your half siblings.

“She is out to kill me, your majesty.” You said, letting out a breath you didn’t know you was holding. “She choked me with a ribbon, she was nearly the cause of my demise. Please Queen Melian, help me.”

Melian listened with sympathy, “I can certainly keep an eye out. She may not do so in the presence of company. But if she does so, the Valar will punish her dearly.”

You hoped she was right.

Two days had come and gone rather quickly. Indis didn’t say a word to you, or acknowledge your presence. The queen was annoyed that Thingol and Melian were around, as she couldn’t find a way to remove herself from their conversations. Her rage stewed in the pit of her stomach.

On the third day, she gave into the extreme emotions with a plan.

As your step-mother made her way down silent corridors and stairs, she scowled to herself.

“I need to rid of that brat, Y/n.” She growled, fists clenched.

Indis went to the basement where she knew she wouldn’t be caught. In her hand she held a blood red apple, in the other a vial of poison.

“This time there will be no mistakes.” She didn’t hesitate to pour the poison on the apple.

It was nearing dinner, and you already felt hungry for a light snack after studying in the library. You headed to the kitchens, smiling at the servants.

“Princess.” The cook bowed when he saw you enter.

“It smells good.” You sniffed the air with a grin. “Have you got a little snack?”

The cook chuckled, “There’s some apples in the basket on the table.”

You spotted the ripe, red apples in the basket. They must have been freshly picked, and the smell was divine. You picked one up, and took a bite as you made your move towards the door.

As soon as you chewed and swallowed, you felt your throat closing up. You dropped the apple, gasping for air as you struggled. You heard voices calling out, but they sounded distant, fading out to nothing as you fell lifeless.

“Enchanting mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of the land?” Indis asked while brushing her hair. She had just heard the news that you was found, the healers presumed you as good as dead.

“Though Y/n was fair, she breathes no more. You, my queen, are the fairest of all.”

Indis laughed, “That is better.”

Your body was placed on your bed, hands positioned to hold a bouquet of roses. Finwë had been crying over you, his eyes blood shot. He wouldn’t allow his children in the room, he didn’t want them to see. But he did make them aware of your passing.

“May I enter?” Melian’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. Finwë could only make a sound, sobs threatening to come up again.

She took this as a yes and quickly entered the chambers, closing the door behind her. “Y/n confided to me before her passing that Queen Indis was planning to kill her.”

“That isn’t possible.” The king snapped.

“Or maybe it is, and you wish to let it be.” Melian added. “Y/n told me of the attempted assassination. Indis tried to kill her before, with a ribbon.”

Finwë took a few moments to think while he stroked your hair. Yes, it was all starting to make sense. How Indis has grown hateful of you as you grew, how his wife would disappear and not long after you had been in harms way.

He broke down, allowing his tears to flow freely. “I am sorry, my child!” He wept, mentally begging Eru and the Valar to forgive him for his ignorance.

“I love you, Y/n. My sweet child.” He sniffled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Melian stood by and watched, bowing her head in respect. Being a Maia, she knew that it was not your time to leave for the halls of Mandos.

Finwë didn’t seem to notice your slight movements, the flowers falling off the bed as you moved. When he met your gaze, and it registered in his mind that your eyes were open, did he take you into a strong hug.

“Atar!” You giggled, returning the hug. How he longed to hear your voice again.

“My daughter, you are alive.” He rocked back and forth while holding you.

“What of Indis?” You asked.

“She won’t hurt you again.” Was all Finwë managed to say through his joyful crying.

#the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #lotr elves #lotr x reader #middle earth #middle earth x reader #finwe #feanor #indis #fingolfin #findis #thingol #melian #luthien #irime #feanors sister #twin sister of feanor

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whattodowithace · 4 years ago

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We are Glass (Jun)

Title: We are Glass

Pairing: Reader x Jun (A.C.E)

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Word count: 1474

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

A/N: ⚠️Warnings⚠️ Reader has undergone Sexual Assult and confides in Jun about it after he asks her why she’s distant from him. Also, I wrote this fanfic out of personal experience of mine. So this is only from my point of view and not everyone’s. Others go through much worse with assult than I ever did. ~Ju

Sweet smells fill the small local coffee shop as people filter in and out on a bleary day in December. Gentle snow falls from gray swollen clouds, the snow sticking to the sidewalks and trees. Making the outside world look like something from out of a fairy tale.

It was on these types of days that Park Jun couldn’t help but stare at her from her spot beside the large cafe window. A thick sweater covering her warmly and her hair falling down her back as her eyes caught the snow flakes outside.

Jun had seen her at the coffee shop where he worked for three years now. Her presence oddly soothing to him as the months turned into years. She came in alone usually. If she brought friends it was only a few and usually the same ones over and over. Mostly though, it was just her.

They exchanged small talk every time she visited. Her personality always bright and happy when they talked, making his worst days seem like good ones. The more they talked, the more Jun really started to like her.

And then that day in December with the snow falling outside, his heart thudding in his chest he encouraged himself to ask the long awaited question that burned in his mind.

“Would you go out with me?” Jun blurted out upon reaching her table. His face immediately turning red, feeling like an idiot.

She laughed at him, not a rude kind of laugh. But a sweet kind. It made him meet her eyes in shock.

“I always wondered if you were going to ask that question.” She said, still smiling up at him.

Jun smiled widely at her, “Does that mean you’ll do it?” He asked hopefully.

Jun didn’t know why, but he saw her smile falter slightly, her eyes going sad for just a moment. Then she shook her head and smiled again like nothing had happened.

“Of course I will.” She answered, making Jun almost drop his full tray of cups full of hot coffee in delight.

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Six months passed, the two steadily drawing closer. Jun felt comfortable enough to open up to her about things close to him. But he noticed how she stayed quiet, simply listening. Not offering any information on herself. And when she did it was small.

When she finally opened up about something from her past Jun had to keep himself from leaping with joy. But he restrained himself and kept his joy inside so she didn’t lock up on him.

Their dates were relaxed and pleasant, but Jun noticed that when he would walk her to the door, she wouldn’t let his lips rest on hers for very long. She would pull away quickly and say Goodnight, shutting the door behind her. Making Jun feel lost.

He wanted more from their relationship. Not that he wanted to take advance of her. He would never do that to her. But he wanted to be able to kiss her longer and hold her and have her open up like a normal girlfriend does.

Then he couldn’t keep it locked up anymore. They sat in her apartment one night watching TV, enjoying a night in together. She sat beside him with her head resting on his shoulder as she watched the events play out on the screen.

“Do you not like me?” Jun blurted out. Making her tense beside him.

“What?” She asked, lifting her head to meet his dark eyes.

Jun shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding her eyes he knew would be filled with hurt.

“We’ve been together for a few months now. And you still won’t let me kiss you for long. Or open up to me for that matter.”

She looked down at her hands, rubbing them together nervously. Jun looked over at her, her hair falling over her face casting dark shadows.

“Do you not want to be close to me?” He asked quietly. He wasn’t mad, or even annoyed. Curious was a more fitting word for this questions.

She continued looking down at her hands, not moving. Jun thought maybe he had overstepped his boundary and was going to offer to leave when she took the remote and turned the TV off. Leaving the room dark except for a softly lit lamp in the corner of the room.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be close to you.” She said quietly. “But I don’t think you’ll want to be close to me if you knew my past.”

Jun gaped at her, not sure how to take her words. He snapped out of it, however, and quickly took her hands in his. Holding them gently.

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart.” He said gently, making her meet his eyes with her watery ones. Immediately making Jun more worried than he already was.

She looked down at their intertwined hands, softly running her thumb along his as she gathered her thoughts.

“I don’t exactly have a normal view of people, Junhee.” She said quietly, making Jun lean closer to her.

“You’ve always been sweet and gentle to me. And I’ve always appreciated it and been drawn to it. And I know you want to be closer to me, but I can’t let you in like how you want.”

Jun noticed the shake in her hands as she said the last part. His voice cracking. It made him tighten his grip on her hands slightly.

“Why not?” He probed softly. Patient for her reply.

“When I was younger,” she starts. “I had a friend that took advantage of me.”

Jun felt his heart shatter. Immediately hating himself for being selfish and thinking it was something petty like her not liking him.

“The abuse went on for years. Most of my childhood and into my teens, actually. Then the abuse turned from physical into emotional. I would cry or show the smallest crack of emotion and was immediately told to shut up or that I was a Drama Queen. And then they would turn around and touch me in some way or another.”

She took a shuttering breath, a tear falling from her eyes onto their joined hands. Making Jun’s chest tighten and his own eyes mist.

“I love listening to you talk about yourself, Junhee.” She continued softly. “But my view on friends and boyfriends isn’t exactly normal. I expect them all to want something out of me and to hate my emotions when they surface. I don’t like being touched or letting people see the vulnerable side to me. It scares me.”

Her breath hitched as she choked out the last words, “And I’m not one of those girls that had a fairy tale first kiss with the love of their life. Mine was forced.”

Jun immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as she cried. Tears escaping from his own eyes as she cried bitterly into his shirt, dampening it.

When her tears had slowed Jun cupped her face in his hands, making her meet his eyes. Hoping they would reflect the care he had for her.

“I would never do that to you.” Jun whispered, her eyes swelling with new tears. “You didn’t deserve that. I will never force you into anything you don’t want.”

He kissed her forehead gently, making her cry again. This time Jun kept his forehead leaned against her, his hands encasing her back.

He took her face in his hands again before slowly kissing her mouth. Her lips salty from the tears she had shed. She tensed beneath him, making him take his hands away from her face and place them back on her hands. Giving her ample room to pull away from him.

Jun was surprised when she wasn’t the one to pull away. Her lips stayed connected to his until he pulled away gently. Her body trembling beneath his touch.

He kissed a trail of soft kisses along her face and jaw as he whispered between kisses, “You deserve to be treated gently. And no one should ever tell you to shut up or that your opinion doesn’t matter. Because it does to me. And hearing you tell me this just makes me want to treat you even better than I was and be more gentle. And when you are close to me I’ll know you’re being genuine and you want that.”

She let out a mix between a sob and a laugh, a smile splitting her face at his words. She slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his arms tightening around her waist as he held her. Her tears drying slowly as she buried her face in his shoulder. A feeling of relief and great fullness washing over her that he understood. And that he would treat her the right way.

#ace #a.c.e #a.c.e x reader #a.c.e imagine #ace jun x reader #ace junhee #ace jun #a.c.e jun x reader #a.c.e junhee #kpop #ace fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #kpop x reader #fanfiction #kpop imagines #kpopmadness writings

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years ago

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Winter’s Warmth

Author’s Note: This is a little story for my Fairy Godmother, Suzz, who magically helped me get tickets to see Betrayal on Black Friday!!! It’s my first time in NYC and she’ll be with me when I see Tom on that stage. She’s an woodland witch, incredible friend, and like I said… magic. Also, the GIF is of Jonathan Pine but I love that coat!

Summary: Winter in the woods… how do you spend a day? Outside in the snowy silence, your God, Loki to keep you warm!

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Fluffy smut!

“Little one? I’m going to find you… and when I do… oh, you’ll wish that you hadn’t hidden from me.” Loki’s voice rang out menacingly through the trees. A scarlet cardinal, shaken by his presence, streaked from one branch to another drawing your eyes off of your pursuer.

You silently prayed Loki wasn’t able to hear the thump of your heart. If it was anywhere as loud as your panting then he would find you in no time. Plus, it was hard to hide the warmth of your breath in the snowy cold of November and you needed to stay out of sight.

Clinging to the tree trunk that is your refuge, you heard Loki. Closer now, false reasoning in his tone, "Dove… Be a good girl and come out of your hiding spot. I promise I’ll be… gentle.” With sneaking steps you crept around the pine that has been your shield. Swinging your gaze from side to side there’s no sign of Loki but somehow you know he is on to you all the same. Dropping low, you dash towards the nearest grove of silver birches eyes watchful for the dark God chasing you.

Sensing your movement, Loki’s head snaps towards you, watching as the black of your boot tucks into the thicket you’re now using for cover. He slinks, panther like, stalking you with an evil smirk splitting his face. Your tracks in the snow are so visible that they might as well be an arrow pointing out your location. Slowly, carefully, Loki rounds the copse of white skinned trees. “Gotcha!” Squealing, you take off in the opposite direction, sliding in the slippery slush. Your laugh echoes off the dusky woods as you dart left, looking for cover under the heavy, snow filled branches of an ancient evergreen. But it’s too late.

You feel Loki behind you. Facing him, you fake right, dodge left, but the Trickster anticipates your steps. Grabbing you from behind in a bear hug, Loki announces, “The day is mine, kitten. All that’s left is declaring me the winner!” “Never!” You twist away, intent on running again. Loki gains on you, determined steps pushing you back until you collide with the trunk of another forest giant.

Smirking, “Never? But Little One, I’ve beaten you at hide and seek. Now, you must pay me my due.” “You cheated. I don’t know how you did, but I know you did it.” Sticking out your bottom lip, that way Loki cherishes, you pout.

Shaking his head, Loki admonishes you, “Me? How dare you. Fair is fair, kitten.” Holding out his hand, Loki motions for you to hand over his prize.

“Fine.” You unzip your parka. Your nice, warm parka, and place it in Loki’s arms. Shivering a bit from the loss, you feel your nipples harden in the cold air, a thing that catches Loki’s eye. Licking his lips in want, he adds, “Your turn.” Closing your eyes tight you count, “One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, TEN! Ready or not, here I come!!”

He leaves no tracks in the snow. Damn his magic, you mentally curse. It made the fun one sided. But then you hear the small snap of a twig in the distance and you barrel in that direction.

A flash of green draws your attention. Turning that way you call out, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

There’s another crunch, closer to you now, so you slowly wind towards it. Eager to catch Loki, you circle around a set of saplings already sagging under the weight of snow and stop to listen. A low whistle had you spinning your head, a glimpse of Loki’s green jacket streaking past in the opposite direction, and you were in pursuit.

“Almost got me, pet…” Whisper soft, seemingly in your ear, you heard Loki’s voice. Backing against the trunk closest to you, you flattened out, ready to catch him. Bracing your arms around the rough bark, you inched towards the other side, smiling at your all but won victory.

“What the hell?” Loki grabs your wrist holding it tightly to the tree behind you. Before you register what’s going on he’s on you, his lithe body pressed to yours, pinning you in place. Eyes dilated from the thrill of the chase, a stray lock of raven hair flopping forward, Loki had never looked so daring… or more dangerous. “Loki. This is cheating.” Your breath hitching from the combined effects of exertion in the cold and the closeness of your competition. It’s infuriating the way your stomach flips at his nearness. Your body flushes in a pantie soaking spasm of arousal at Loki’s bold play. “No it isn’t. You win this round, Little One." Brushing his knuckles down your cheek, cupping your chin, "Congratulations.” His kiss is rushed, crashing your mouths together, tongues tangling.

Pushing away from you just enough, lusty eyes locked on yours, Loki unbuttons his own wool coat. The black Henley he’s wearing accentuates his lean frame and you lick your lips, tasting his kiss, eager for more. When he hangs his jacket on an obliging branch, the tiniest bit of Loki’s belly is exposed, a crescent moon of manliness. Your desire to taste that pale stripe is overwhelming.

Having thoroughly invaded your personal space, muttering lowly, “Come on, Loki… It’s freezing out here!”

"You wanted to play Strip Hide and Seek, little one. I’m merely complying with your wishes.” Refocused on you, Loki parts your legs with his thigh, his thick muscles grating against your center. It’s not enough to find relief, not yet, but the slow burn he’s started in you is catching fire.

Twinkling eyes, full of mischief, are as bright as his smile. “I know it’s cold. It makes your cheeks a lovely shade of pink.” Loki was close enough now that his heat was yours. A warm hand grazing up your neck, thumb brushing over your full bottom lip, tugging your mouth apart.

Loki licked into you then, forced to swallow your guttural groan, as your lips opened to his. Slower, smoother now, Loki tasted the roof of your mouth. The scent of snow, spearmint toothpaste and that electric flavor singular to him, made craving Loki your only thought. You fought against his grip ravenously desperate for more. He pulled away from you then, leaving you in that wanting state, starving for Loki’s carnal attention.

Tongue clicking, “Not so fast, darling.” Slowly, painfully slow, Loki undoes the buttons on your thick flannel shirt. His hands, hot in the day’s chill, cup your exposed breasts over your bra. Your exhaled moan fogs the air between you. Tugging the fabric of your bra down, your exposed nipples tighten painfully, the cold acting on your body instantly. To his credit, Loki lowers his mouth to one. The contrast of his fiery flicking tongue and the icy atmosphere making you squirm against the rough bark behind you.

“Damn… Loki!” You clench your fists in frustration. How lovely it would be to return the favor, give Loki a little bit of the pleasant pain he’s forcing on you. It’s just that every time you lift a hand he drags it back to your side, or worse, pins it over your head.

Kissing down your uncovered belly right to the edge of your button fly, Loki chuckles at your obvious excitement. Goosebumps rise on your naked skin, “I know it’s cold, pet… but I’m going to warm you up. Have no fear.”

Deftly, Loki opens your jeans. He’s desperate to get at your sweltering sex. Over the plaid cotton of your panties his fingers mold to your female form. Your pants, unfastened but not removed, help hold his hand to your heat. There’s no wiggle room, so when Loki presses the fabric into your crease, rubbing the heel of his palm across your straining bundle of nerves, you shiver.

“Is that because of the temperature? Or perhaps, it’s this?” Loki husks into your ear before nipping the lobe. You tilt your head back, gasping, and that’s the moment he glides one long digit into your core.

A wanton wail escapes you echoing across the forest floor. “Shh! We don’t want to scare the wildlife, darling!”

“Loki! Sorry… sorry. I’ll be quiet… just don’t stop? Please?” What are you saying? You don’t really know, it’s all mindless pleading babble. All you can focus on is him, the hot warmth of your arousal and the numbing cold of the air.

“As if I could stop, my spirited snow bunny." Without warning Loki adds a second finger to his digital assault. Stuttering, you curl towards him, engulfed in his mighty presence, stifling another sob.

Your body is acting on pure impulse. When Loki presses into you, probing deeper, your slick arrives in earnest. "Your wetter than ever, pet. I think you like this… do you? Tell me.”

Fluttering open, your heavily lidded, lust filled eyes linger on Loki’s blues. “How much I like your touch? A lot, Loki. Too much, Ok?”

Smirking at you, Loki lowers his head and kisses you. This time it’s hard and deep, sucking the air out of your lungs, weakening your already wobbling knees. Reaching for him, your hands free, you anchor yourself. One clings to Loki’s shoulder and the other wraps around the wrist of the hand giving you so much pleasure.

With a devilish drop in his tone, Loki rumbles, “And what would you have next my freezing fox?”

“All of you, Loki. I want it all.” Growling in feminine need denied, you rolled your hips, Loki’s dexterous fingers gripped tightly by your velvet walls.

It’s his turn to growl. Pulling from you with a grunt, lowering himself onto the plush bed of fallen pine needles at your feet, Loki takes your pants with him. “Your boots have to go.” It’s a command and you take two seconds to kick them off.

Loki basks in the sight of you. Jaunty winter cap, pom pom flopping to the side, makes your hair stick out at odd angles. A pout on your puffy lips as your cheeks turn rosy from the exposure makes Loki bite his own on impulse.

He swallows hard at the state of you. Top unbuttoned, breasts bare to the nippy climate, nipples puckered in exquisite pain. Underwear gone, tangled with your jeans, exposing the tender lower lips of your womanly body. Legs uncovered, feet cozy in thick, fuzzy socks.

Funnily, you aren’t cold. Faintly flushed with the excitement of Loki’s teasing after running around after him has left your body warmed over. Alight with arousing ardor you raise an eyebrow his direction, “Like what you see, Mischief maker?”

Stepping closer to you with a rueful chuckle, “Certainly, my Snow Queen." Nuzzling your cheek into his open palm, Loki cradles you, pulling your near naked body against his clothed one. The way he rubs against your heated skin is almost too much to bear.

Again Loki claims you with his mouth. Teasing you with his tongue, his kiss ferocious, deepening with each sigh that escapes you. Your hands find a home in his ebony locks, tugging him, guiding him, using him to your own ends.

Breaking your kiss with a small sigh he trails toasty pecks along your jaw. Loki bites down your neck, hovering over you, sandwiching you between his unbearable firmness and the unyielding strength of the trunk behind you. Whining in a whisper, "Why am I the only one undressed?”

“Because that’s what I want. You, shameless, exposed and mewling." Those big hands slide over the satin of your thighs, lifting your knees, wrapping you around his hips. Loki’s rigid length searches for a snug seat inside you blocked only by his dark denim second skin. The frazzling friction of fabric makes you dizzy. "Loki! Please…"

He doesn’t have to hold your squirming form. The bark, scoring scratches into your back, means you’re trapped. Instead of hanging onto your dusky hued demigod you reach for the solid spruce you’re being rocked into. Its natural presence grounding you, connecting you to the solid earth, even as Loki’s hard cock and hungry kisses send you soaring.

Pressing his hips to yours roughly, the button of his jeans flexing against your fleshy pearl, Loki rips his shirt off in one motion. He’s a vision, hard planes of smooth muscle, sparse raven chest hair curling southward. The moan you release is as involuntary as the clench of your belly.

"No more words."

Nodding, your eyes shut in ecstasy, as Loki palms your chilled breasts. While his hands knead the gentle flesh, Loki’s mouth scalds you with long licks over your throat, tiny, tasting nips of your neck and savagely sucking on your earlobe. His breath is ragged in your ear.

Loki, aroused beyond measure at your willing, responsive body, is growing impatient. Snow starts to drift in lazy circles around the large tree that is your shared shelter and the smell of fresh frost stills the air around you both. You could live here, tantalized and teased by Loki, in the silence of the snowy woods until springtime. But your eager god has other plans.

Snaking a hand between you, Loki pops the button of his pants, freeing himself with a lusty groan. You muffle a moan by biting your bottom lip, Loki’s searing steel bucking over your quivering core, purposefully pushing against your sensitive nub. Busying his hands with your abraded backside, shifting you a fraction higher, he positions you for his plunge. Loki sighs your name as he lodges his length inside you at last.

Snow swirls outside your arboretum. Under the branches of your pine there is solitude and near silence. Time is spinning slowly in the grey skied afternoon as you start to unravel around Loki’s smooth, deliberate thrusts.

You open your eyes skyward, deep green needles spreading above you, a few flakes floating between the branches. One lands on Loki’s naked shoulder, at the dip of his collarbone, so that’s where your lips latch onto him. Marking him. Yours.

He’s panting now. Those long, steady strokes stretching you, spreading your hips wider around Loki’s middle as your female form squeezes around your lover. Like a thin skim of ice on a frozen pond, your body is immobile under Loki’s driving desire, freezing and thawing with each thrust.

Snapping his hips into you, one hand stroking your full breast, the other dropping down to slide over your straining bud, Loki is determined to have your quiet completion. You smile, sex drunk, at the idea of his working so hard to get you off. Because he is doing all the work.

You’re stuck between a God and a hard place. Your pleasure forced on you with everyone of Loki’s piercing pushes. Syncing the rhythm of his cock with the circles on your clit, you felt the fragile ice of your orgasm snap, pulling you into the frigid waters of ecstasy. You lock your mouth to his as you silently scream your release.

Loki’s tongue tussles with yours, licking over your bottom lip, before sucking it between his teeth. When he spilled inside you, hot and hard, you tasted blood from his bite. Loki, kissing it away, rested his forehead to yours.

Swallowing hard, Loki smiles at you, satisfied. Your hair was tangled, twisted into the tree’s trunk, your snow cap was on the ground. One of your fuzzy socks had slipped off, leaving your right foot bare, in the fiery furnace of your fun time. Already you could feel the red welts rising on your bum and back.

You smirked at Loki. His pants puddled at his knees. Wearing only his boots and a smile you could imagine nothing sexier.

Gentler now, though still hushed, Loki held you. From under the boughs of your forest shelter you noticed a fresh pile of snow. The tranquility of the scene at odds with your racing heart.

Carefully Loki separated from you, earning a shudder due to the cool air on your exposed sex. After hiking up his own jeans, Loki gathers your clothes together. Expertly, he began setting you to rights, helping with your socks. Buttoning your shirt. Tying your boots.

When you’re bundled up again, snug in your downy jacket, you sigh. "I love it here.”

Laughing softly, Loki swings into his shirt, “I know. It’s so calm… so quiet”

Watching him slip back into his jacket, back into his softer self, you reach for his hand. “This… this is our tree.”

Lifting your knuckles for a glancing kiss, “Yes. Our own Yggdrasil.”

Looking up at Loki, “I like that.”

With a crunch, you both step into the blinding whiteness of a November snow, ducking under the heavy branches weighted with snow. “Alright, Loki. We’re tied, one to one. And now…” Loki’s eyebrows lift in anticipation, “Tag! you’re it!"

You shove him, hard. Recovering quickly, chasing after you with a barking laugh that rings out in the still of a snowy dusk, "Oh pet… you better run!”

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multi-fandom-inserts · 4 years ago

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“See You in a Minute” Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Here is Part 2, this will become a three part otherwise it’ll be far too long!

If you haven’t read Part 1, read it here!

SPOILERS ARE INCLUDED, NON OVERLY MASSIVE. ENJOY.

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For the first time in years the Avengers Facility was alive with the people that had once called it home – plus a few extras. Fairy lights hung from the large windows as the stone tiled patio from the back of the facility to the large lake was decorated with glowing candles and beautiful flowers. Everyone stood at the edge of the lake in silence as they watch the reef of black and red flowers float across the surface.

No one wanted to speak, instead they all stood collectively – well, everyone except you – instead you had your black heels digging into the soft grass as you rocked gently on the home-made swim Nat had helped you build for Morgan a few years ago – back in the days you prayed Tony would visit the facility again.

You watched in a zombie-like-state at the water rippling in reaction to the reef and small lanterns placed on the surface, slowly distributing the calmness.

“Does she have any other family?” Tony's voice cut through the silence, his usually strong and authoritative voice came out no more than a saddened whisper. You could feel everyone’s eyes slowly drifting to look up from the ground at their feet and over to you, their gaze burrowing into your skin like hot needles.

“No, just Y/N,” Clint's voice signed heavily, “They were all each other had.”

Hearing Clint's reply causes your breath to hitch as you swallowed down a sob, it still surprised you when new tears swelled in your eyes, you'd thought that after these last few days of crying non-stop your body would of ran out of tears. You twisted and played with the necklace that was fastened around your throat, pulling it tightly making the metal chain dig into the back of your neck sharply. It was a small locket, no larger that an inch or so, black with Gothic carvings, at the centre of the locket sat a petite ruby jewel – it was a gift from Natasha on your honeymoon.

One by one, people left the patio and headed inside from the incoming cold of the night; Tony and Pepper were the first to disappear with Morgan, shortly followed by Rocket, then Scott, Bruce trailed along with his shoulders hunched forwards, one by one they all disappear until there were only two of you left in the dim light.

Steve approached you carefully as not to alarm you, he knew better than to sneak up on you by now – not that it was possible ninety percent of the time – but the knife scar on Steve's right shoulder mirrors what happens when you do. Oddly the memory of that evening brings a slight smile to your lips.

“Hey Snowy,” he mulls, touching your shoulder affectionately.

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the nickname, “My real name will work just fine, Steve.” you smile.

“Well it made you laugh, so mission accomplished.” he replies with a wide smile as he sat down on the soft grass beside you. Snowy was the nickname Nat had given you, Leo or Leopard was your superhero name based on your feline ability to climb, hide and fight – plus no one saw you unless you wanted them too, much like a Snow Leopard – the moment she said it, it stuck with everyone on the team.

The pair of you sat in silence, Steve's hand laced in yours as the pair of you watched the reef disappear more and more into the lake every minute. The light still illuminated the faint surroundings, Steve was one of the only members of the Avengers to stay at the facility, it wasn't rare for the three of us – Nat, Steve and yourself – to have film nights, cook dinner for each other or just to keep each other sane.

Now it was just the two of you and even lonelier than ever.

“There's got to be a way to bring her back.” you whisper in the silence. Steve looked up at you, his eyes soft with sadness as he took in your face, “For us to bring them all back, everyone who turned to dust in the snap.”

“Y/N, I don't think we –” Steve started but you cut him off.

“Don't think we can what, Steve?!” you snapped harshly, standing up quickly to tower over him, anger made your vision red as new tears formed in your eyes, “What?! Because she didn't die in the snap we can't bring her back?!” you yell, knees shaking as your heart rate picked up.

Steve stood up quickly to grab you before you fell into a ball of tears and anger, and as the super solider cradled you tightly to his check, gently rubbing the small of your back, all that filled the air was your sobs and pleas.

The star-spangled man knew this routine too well, he kept you close as you cried before scooping you up in his arms like a small child and carried you inside the facility, ignoring the looks from the other team members as he took you into your bedroom, over the past few weeks since Nat's death this had become a routine when you broke down.

He gently placed you in your bed, Nat's sweater remaining on her side of the bed, he tucked you in and place the jumper in your arms before he turned the bedside lamp off and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

XXX

The moment of truth was upon us, as Tony used a model gauntlet of his Iron Man suit to place the gems carefully in the correct places, Bruce stood by watching gingerly as Rocket jumped up and down like a hyperactive teenager, you smirked at his eagerness and ruffled the fur between his ears as you approached the chamber to watch the last stone be placed. The stones glowed in unison as they accepted their new home, a sign of relief flooded everyone as we smiled at each other. Rocket had other plans and whooped loudly, scaring the shit out of Tony which made you laugh out loud.

Tony glared at the animal before ordering FRIDAY to release the gauntlet, the three geniuses worked a little more on the glove, making sure it was stable and the stone were set securely. “It's all ready,” Rocket confirmed before looking back at the rest of us, “Question is; who's going to snap their fingers?”

“I'll do it,” Thor said proudly striding towards the glove.

Steve stepped between him and the stones, Clint kept me behind him like a protective older brother.

“We haven't decided who's going to wear it.” Steve said, pushing Thor back gently.

“So we should wait?” Thor snapped, half drunk.

Scott stood closer to the God, “We should at least have a discussion.” he said.

Thor chuckled darkly, “And what? Wait and talk before bringing everybody back?”

Your heart clenched as you watched Thor's face clench in sadness, his breath quivered as he looked at the team, “Please... just... let me do something good.” he speaks, his voice breaking in sadness.

Tony tried to explain that the glove was so powerful compared to Thor's condition right now but the God of Thunder didn't seem to understand. The bickering continued for a few minutes before Bruce took a step forward and for the first time in years, he's expression was dark and serious.

“It's got to be me,” he stated, taking a step forwards towards the glove, “You saw what those stones did to Thanos, they almost killed him. Non of you will survive.” he says picking up the gauntlet.

“How do we know you will?” I pipe up.

Non of you will survive, the words of the God echo through your mind eerily.

As Bruce holds the gauntlet, ready to place on his hand you step forward wanting to see.

“Now remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, bring them back to today, don't change anything in the last five years.” Tony said clearly.

Bruce nodded, the gauntlet took in his measurements and expanded to the right size, Tony grabbed me and pulled me between him and Clint as we all ensured our suits were active and ready. Tony brought up a large shield in front of us as I pulled out my knives, Clint ensured his bow was loaded and everyone else was ready.

As the glove slipped onto Bruce's hand, it became alive with energy, beams of light shot out as well as trailed up his arm, the large green man groaned in pain as the light and power travelled up his arm, destroying the shirt he wore as his veins bulged with the new power.

If it wasn't for the coldness, you never would of noticed Tony clamping a metal band around your wrist, but you assumed it was nothing of importance as he said nothing throughout.

“Bruce... talk to me, are you okay?” you say loudly over the electrical vibrations and his own moans of pain.

“Banner!” Tony yelled.

“Get it off him.” Thor said angrily.

Steve held his hand up to the God telling him to wait, “Bruce, come on what's happening.”

Bruce nodded, “I'm okay.” he breathes as the rainbow of electricity spread up his arm and to his neck, burning small areas of his skin. His screams fill the room as he brings himself back to his feet, you watch in agony as he raises the glove high, his screams and yells getting more and more pain filled but then he brings his fingers together and...

SNAP.

For a few moments you are blinded by the hot-white light that flashes before you, your deafened by the high pitch screech that assaulted your senses but just as quick as it came, it was gone. You watched in horror as Bruce faints, the gauntlet loosens and falls along with him, as the others attended to Bruce, you kicked the stones away but stood over them in awe.

“Did it work?” Scott said over the shouts.

I shrugged as the doors from the testing floor opened.

Suddenly the sound of a phone vibrating fills the air, silencing us all, then the sound of birds tweeting and flapping. Unable to keep your feet still, you walk out of the testing area to look out of the large windows, the once lifeless tree that stood outside was alive with birds and insects. Clint stood next to you, his phone in his hand as he stared at the screen, you peered over to see a name you thought had been long forgotten but one you and Clint had prayed you'd see again... Laura.

Clint was unable to stop the tears before they started flowing. You touched his arm as he pulled you tightly into an embrace, tears brimmed your eyes as you pushed the phone closer to his ear, begging him to answer it.

Then suddenly... the whole building exploded beneath your feet.

XXX

Dust. Blood. Sparks. Darkness.

It took several minutes for your vision to settle, the warmth of blood covered your forehead as the cold of the night air brushed your skin. The echoing voices of your team-mates ghosted through the air but you couldn't call back, not until you were certain it was them.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands gripped you under your shoulders and pulled you free of the rubble, you instantly go into flight or fight mode, swinging your hands towards them as their echoed voices continue to speak but suddenly it all cleared and you recognised the voice as Steve.

“Are you okay?!” he half yelled at you, grabbing your face to access the damage before patting down your suited up body to check for any injuries. “Y/N? Tell me you're okay.”

You rubbed your eyes like an infant before giving him an 'OK' nod. That's when you noticed the rubble around you, the entire building had be turned inside out, the place you'd once called home turned to a pile of concrete, ash and fire. Steve took you back to the other's he had found – Tony and Thor, thankfully we had all linked up comms and could confirm that Clint was alive with Scott and Rocket. Nebula remained unaccounted for.

That's when you noticed him, sat in the dark in the middle of the rubble, his weapon plunged into the dirt as he shattered rocks with his bare hands – Thanos.

“Where are the stones?” Steve asks.

“Somewhere buried beneath all this.” you replied.

Thor raised his arms taking in the full power of the thunder, bring his weapons from the dirt and suiting himself up. Steve took the lead as him and Thor descended into the pit where Thanos sat proudly, you stayed high to keep an eye out as Tony crept along the peak, keeping close.

“You could not live with your own failure.” the monster spoke, “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive.”

As he spoke, the memories of that day flow your memory, Bucky disappearing into ash in your arms, Wanda clinging onto your shirt as she morns Vision. You imagined the horror Tony endured watching as Pete slipping through his fingers, the heart break Clint endured not knowing what the hell happened to his family. All the devastation this creature created because he thought it was for the greater good.

Anger flooded your body, your swords to your side as your holsters hang heavy with your guns and your electrified staff on your back.

“You have just proved that if those know what happened, are unable to accept what could me.” Thanos spoke, pulling on his helmet, “But that's okay, because you won't be alive to tell them.”

Steve took the first hit, luckily his shield taking the full force of Thanos weapon, Tony grabbed you by the arm as he flew down, sending you flying into Thanos, your sword impaling his armour before you were thrown off into the gravel, you scampered to your feet as he threw the weapon back at you, missing you by centimetres before he threw his double ended sword towards you, it spiralled like a fan towards you, it missed – mainly – catching your upper arm opening a fresh wound as the giant sprinted towards you.

Tony opened the back of his suit as Thor charged him with lightening, sending beams to knock Thanos to the ground giving you time to escape but not enough time for Tony has he's slung like a rag-doll to the ground knocking him unconscious.

“Tony!!” you scream through comms as the same fate came to Steve as he's thrown backwards, Thor attempts to hold off the monster but isn't met with any luck, you manage to climb onto of Thanos, wrapping your remaining sword around his throat, managing to cut the skin at his throat before a large hand reaches over, clasps your throat and throws you over him with ease.

You can hear bones fracturing and cracking on impact, your skull throbbed as your side ached, new blood leaked from cuts and gouges you hadn't noticed before, the pain of the air knocked from your lungs halts your reaction time as you watch Thanos attempt to plunge Stormbreaker into Thor's chest. The whoosing sound above your head brings you to stand as you watch Mjölnir knock Thanos from his position ontop of Thor and whiz back into the hand of... Steve Rodgers.

“I knew it!” screamed Thor and yourself as Steve wields Mjölnir with ease.

Smashing the hammer into Thanos jaw, you sprint over to Thor as we watch in awe, Steve summon the power of lightening and smash it through the ground, the vibrations and power break the ground with ease and lifts Thanos from his feet, flinging him backwards.

Suddenly Thanos leaps up from the ground, gripping Steve by the throat as he smashes him back into the ground, as you lunge towards them, sword ready you manage to hold him off until Steve is up on his feet again but Thanos is far stronger than you as he hits you with the blunt side of his weapon, sending you once again, flying into the gravel.

Mjölnir is discarded somewhere in the rubble as Thanos swings his sword towards Steve, he frantically searches for his shield, holding it up in front of himself just in the nick of time as the sword breaks through the vibranium. A moment of silence cuts through the battlefield but Thanos doesn't stop there, he repeatedly batters Steve's shield until no more than a third remains,

“In all my years, it has never been personal.” Thanos spoke in the silence, “But this,” he said taking a step towards us, “This, I am going to enjoy, very very much.”

You manage to pull yourself to your feet as the skies opened, blue lighted portals appear behind Thanos and through them emerge his army; creatures crawling from the ships, the skyward animals you fought in New York appear in the skies, their crackling howls fill the suddenly silent air as you stumble towards Steve.

His strong arm clamps around you as he makes sure you're okay, his face his busted, bruised and covered in dirt, the same as you, a large gash travels from your forehead through your right eyebrow and to your cheek, your bones scrape together as the adrenaline pumps through you.

“I don't think we can take them all, Steve.” you say, your voice no more than a whisper as you hold the hand of the arm wrapped round your waist.

Steve doesn't respond as we watch the scene of Thanos army unravel in front of us.

Then, your ear piece crackles, Steve hears it too as we press the ear pieces in further and then the voice appears.

“Miss me, Doll?”

Your heart stops as the magical whirling noise echoes behind you.

“On your left,” another voice speaks.

We turn, almost not wanting to see what was happening behind us.

Orange rings appear out of nowhere.

And out of the circle steps Bucky.

Then Sam flies through.

One by one,

They all appear.

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harlot-of-oblivion · 5 years ago

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Fairies May Cry

Dante finally finds some common ground with the resident pixie of Devil May Cry.

Chapter 15: Lil’ Blossom’s Apology

After spending a whole day tearing the kitchen apart, Dante came to two possible conclusions: either a sneaky critter or a resident pretty pixie devoured all his ice cream. An unwanted pest eating his precious treat isn’t too hard to believe; it has happened before, and he would not be surprised if it happened again. But this time he was sure that he closed the freezer door, and there is no way that a pipsqueak like you could have-

“What the hell?”

Dante quirks his brow as he approached his desk, which is now covered with a huge pile of coupons. He snatches one of coupons and sees that it can be redeemed for a free strawberry sundae. And as he takes a seat behind his desk, he recognizes most of these coupons as the ones that a certain mischievous fairy hid away from him for “being a big meanie” to his brother.

Well, this is unexpected, he thought as he surveyed the amount of free pizza and sundaes he can now afford. Out of the corner of his eye he catches sight of a soft yellow glow dimly shining from behind the portrait of his mother. “Hey!” he calls out, which causes your fairy light to flicker red in surprise. “I see you hiding there, Lil’ Blossom. Why don’t you c’mon out and-”

Dante cuts himself off as soon as you peek out from behind the photo frame, little eyes wide and glossy with tears as your fairy light glows blue. “Whoa, easy there,” he murmurs, pushing aside some of coupons to make more room for you. “What’s the matter?”

You step out from behind the portrait, small face contorted with regret as you stare up at him. “I’m sorry I…eated all your strawberry snow!” you sob, fairy light turning a darker shade of blue as a few tiny tears streak down your cheeks.

Some of your tears land on his desk and sprout a couple of blooming roses below your feet for a few seconds before dissipating in a puff of sparkling smoke. The sight of you crying erases all the irritation from the previous day and instead pulls his heartstrings a little as he tries to calm you down. He goes to pat your head, but he thinks better of it and just rests his elbows on his desk before leaning in to get a better look at you.

“So, you’re telling that you ate all four cartons of my ice cream…by yourself?” Dante asks softly in total disbelief, putting on his best shocked face in hopes of lightening your mood a little.

You nod. “Mm-hmm!” you sniffle while wiping your tear streaked face. “It was just so yummy and sweet and-”

“And just where the hell did you put it all?” he interrupts, moving his head from side-to-side as if trying to find the rest of his missing ice cream hiding behind their back.

“In my belly, of course!” you giggle softy, fairy light flickering between pink and orange as your iridescent wings buzz in amusement.

Dante smirks and leans back in his chair, dramatically stroking his scruffy chin as he stares up at the ceiling in deep thought. “Huh…must’ve been one helluva stomachache you got afterwards, amiright?” he proposes casually, hoping that you will take the bait and tell him how you came across his precious dessert in the first place.

Your fairy light glows blue again as you nod your head. “Uh-huh,” you whimper before your wings snap open with elation while your fairy light shines bright pink. “But Pretty Boy saved me again!” you exclaim with a happy grin before taking to the air, zipping around Dante’s head as you regale him with the tale of your tiny adventure.

Well, well…seems Lil’ Blossom is a very pretty resourceful pixie as well, he surmises as he listens closely. It seems this all started when you found his ice cream in the kitchen. And after having a taste of heaven in a bowl you just had to have more. So, you just break into the freezer, which is honestly kind of impressive considering your size and dig into four cartons of ice cream, all the while not realizing that you were now trapped inside. But fairies must really be lucky since Vergil came to your rescue just in the nick of time. He finds you half frozen, groaning in pain, and quickly nurses you back to health.

“Isn’t Pretty Boy the best hero?” you gush at the end of tale, swooning in the air as your fairy light shimmers through various colors before settling on pink again.

Dante chuckles and shakes his head. “He sure is for a pretty little thing like you,” he wonders aloud, still wrapping his head around the idea of Vergil making friends with a cute and quirky fairy. But he is willing to play along since you can somehow get past that stoic shell of his and make his grumpy brother laugh on occasion.

“So, lemme get this straight,” he begins, sitting back up in his chair as he stares at your fluttering form in front of his face. “You’re giving me back all these coupons because you feel bad about eating all my ice cream?” he questions with a raised brow, genuinely curious as to why a fairy would suddenly care about stealing someone’s valuables.

Your fairy light turns yellow. “Pretty Boy said taking stuff that isn’t yours is dis...dis…” You pause as your fairy light glimmers orange for a moment before bursting back to bright yellow. “Disrepeckerable!” you exclaim proudly, smiling up at him as if you just performed a remarkable achievement before going on. “I don’t wanna be a meanie!” you declare with a shake of your tiny head.

You drop down and grab one of the coupons before flying over to one of his hands. Dante turns over his hand so that you could land on his open palm. “I didn’t know that is was bad and…” You lay the coupon down at your feet before wrapping your tiny arms around his thumb. “I’m sorry, Scruffy Boy,” you apologize in small voice, fairy light glowing green as your eyes gleam with sincerity.

Dante nods in understanding as his heart melts a little at your adorably small hug. “Ah hell,” he sighs while leveling his hand up so that he could see you properly from behind his messy hair. “I can’t blame ya too much, Lil’ Blossom,” he accepts your apology with a soft smirk. “Strawberry ice cream can be mighty tempting,” he adds with a sympathetic twinkle in his eye.

Your fairy light blinks a couple times before shining light pink as you hug his thumb tighter with a grateful smile. Dante hums in thought as he remembers that both of you may have started out on the wrong foot, but it seems now you have finally found some common ground with him. “Hey,” he whispers as soon as he comes to the decision to offer you a truce. “The next time you want some ice cream…just tell me and I’ll share some with you, okay?”

“Really?!” you gasp, fairy light flashing red in shock as your wings begin to buzz excitedly. Dante nods and before he can even speak, you are already taking to the air in a fit of happiness. “Yayyyyy!!!” you squeal joyfully, spinning around his head as your fairy light flits between a multitude of colors.

Dante lets out a hearty laugh at your jovial flight before looking down at the coupon still in his hand. “Speaking of which…how about I call for some pizza and use this for a free strawberry sundae?” he suggests with a mischievous glint in his eyes, knowing all too well that it will annoy the hell out of his brother if his pretty little pixie ends up loving pizza too.

“Yeah!” you reply with a cheer, landing softly in the pile of coupons before popping your head out just as he reaches for the phone. “What’s a pizza?” you inquire, fairy light glowing yellow as you tilt your head in curiosity.

Dante smirks at your cute question as he dials the number of his favorite pizza joint. “Only the most wonderful treat in the world, Lil’ Blossom.”

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‘It didn’t snow in their part of California; it never had, and likely never would. But that didn’t stop him from asking, or longing, once he was too old to believe his parents could make anything happen. Maybe it wasn’t the natural state of the world, for a town that wasn’t far enough north, or high enough in the mountains, to gather that magical dusting he daydreamed about every winter. The thing was, though. Most of the world didn’t know werewolves existed outside of fairy tales and horror films. People relied on what they knew, and what they’d been taught, without opening their eyes to other possibilities.’

Honestly I just want the origin for this story. What led to it, what parts did you know first, etc. it’s one of my favorites and I love it.

Submissions are actually kinda weird (I’ve never used them before), so I don’t know if there’s a better way to post this, but! We’ll try it this way.

For this meme.

Excerpt from the opening of tide pulls from the moon (Sterek, 45k, canon divergent, future fic)

I’m very fond of this fic, which people tend to refer to as “warm” and “healing.” Two things I wanted to achieve with it, so that’s always awesome to hear. I’m really glad that you like it!

Funny story..........this was one of my failed attempts to write a 3k fic for the Sterek Zine. I tried like....three times, I think, and they all ballooned too much, because writing within a strict word limit is really difficult for me. (One of the reasons it’s probably the only zine I’ll ever be a part of.) So I sat down and just cranked out the rest of this fic instead, which ended up being one of my favorites for a long time.

It’s been long enough now (five years since I posted it!!!) that I honestly don’t really remember the initial inspiration or plan. I do know I was sitting in one of my favorite local coffee shops, drinking a latte. I was thinking about winter (a thing I don’t get in California) and about Derek and his family. I think I was planning for it to be a very short thing about his family - the image of his grandmother came right away - that would lead into a scene with Stiles in the snow, maybe building a snowman. Something soft and sweet about new beginnings.

Then I started writing, and I got into a little bit of the family feels, as one does with the Hales, and then this scene happened:

The holidays made Derek happy, every year, even if the weather never did shift over into the picture-perfect landscape all the movies and songs lingered over lovingly.

He even secretly loved being born on Christmas Day - "the best gift I've ever received," his mom would say. "Me too," Laura would add, since her reward for a ruined Christmas spent in the hospital had been a silky black puppy with big eyes and bigger paws. She'd spent years trying to shift into her full wolf form so they could tumble together in the Preserve, two woodland creatures at play.

She hadn't managed it - not then. Not until years later, long after the Alpha powers had coursed through her body and left her shaking and sobbing, grey-white flakes of ash drifting softly in the air and settling onto their bowed shoulders, coating their smoldering house and scorched yard into a mockery of the winter wonderland Derek had always dreamed about.

It'd been snowing in New York the day he felt her die.

And suddenly I knew this wasn’t going to be a short fic. It had to be canon compliant (or at least, compliant with the parts of canon I’m willing to acknowledge), and somewhere in the future, with Derek leaving Beacon Hills for a place where he could find things he’d never get if he stayed. Snow, maybe. Distance from both the good and horrific memories of his past. Maybe some kind of healing, if he could ever manage that.

(More under the cut.)

Derek leaving Beacon Hills isn’t a new concept - I’ve been reading Sterek fics for years, so I’d seen plenty of this concept before - but I hadn’t ever read one where he went to England. And I just...I don’t know. I took him to a place where I’d been during a sort of transitional point in my life, where I’ve felt some of the deepest contentment.

I realized after writing and editing and fact-checking and posting my fic that I’d made a mistake and Cornwall actually does not get snow either, at least not to the thickly soft level I’d described at the end, so just...ignore that part. It’s a fantasy world. In this world, Cornwall gets more than a little dusting of snow in the winters, okay. (I’d visited for several weeks during the summer, had been in England during the winter but not in that part of it, and had foolishly relied on googling images, where I’d seen evidence of snow. I mercilessly research all my fics now, largely because of this error, hahaha)

Anyway, the point is that Cornwall is this little jewel of a place that’s small and quiet and beautiful and slow-paced enough that I could see Derek really finding his footing and learning how to be himself in a world that had been so incredibly damaging for so much of his life.

Most of the settings are real places I’ve been to. Derek’s house, with the deck overlooking the tidal river, is a house my best friend’s godmother owns, and which I wish I could someday retire to. The three of us drank tea out there and journaled in the mornings and watched the river pull back, leaving boats stranded - but only until the tide came rushing back in to free them.

We walked through a bluebell-thick wood to a pub with cozy wooden booths and plates of crunchy-boned fish. We went to the Eden Project, to Land’s End, to a modern art gallery. I was, during this particular trip, pretty deeply in love with my friend, who was not in love with me, and whom I never told.

I think all of that just added.......emotional depth when I pulled out those memories and shaped them into a story that didn’t match any of my actual experiences, but drew from a backdrop of physical settings I’d embedded in my soul.

This was a beautiful place that I still think of very fondly. I wanted Derek to be able to live in a place like that - to have his pack, Stiles, his new family, join him there and see what kind of peace and happiness he’d found.

tide pulls has always been a pretty personal story to me, and I think that’s why it always makes me so happy when readers come out of it saying they feel a sense of healing and contentment, too.

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